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.

Political attitudes about race prove we’re still living in a tribal world
Shame almost got me fired — and shame still haunts me years later
Snapshots of hurting people and broken families, but no resolutions
Only through death of empires can something new take their places
Time and maturity have changed
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Bernanke: Recovery ‘faltering,’ so let’s do more of what hasn’t worked