I have intense feelings and I don’t have any choice but to share them. That’s just the way I’m wired. I love powerfully. I hurt deeply. I experience joy with open exuberance.
I don’t hide my feelings well. If you’re paying any attention at all, you know where you stand with me, because I wear my heart on my sleeve.
But there are times — very rare times — when everything feels numb. When that happens, it means that some part of me — maybe a little part or maybe a big part — has finally died after an extended period of intense pain. It happens without warning, although it’s always predictable in retrospect.
I went numb today. It feels like walking in a driving rainstorm without an umbrella — and not caring what anybody else thinks.

Weddings are triumphs of love and hope over reasonable fears
Left-wing distortions of church just as toxic as right-wing kinds
There’s little unity to be found in our supposedly United States
We build our own prison walls, and breaking free starts in heart
We forget how to be happy, but children and animals remember
Briefly: Expect the unexpected as my site migrates to new servers this week
No matter who you are or what you’ve done, time is your enemy
Joe Rogan isn’t insightful to me, so I just don’t listen to his show
Trump’s rabid defenders selling their souls for a narcissistic liar