The sheets of rain lash down, almost maniacal in their resolve to pound everything in the way.
The lightning flashes blindingly. For a split second, there is silence, followed by the booming thunder nearby.
The water pounds and pounds. The thunder rumbles. The lightning comes again.
The storm is hitting my windshield and the wipers struggle to move the water. Their back and forth motion is hypnotic — and I wonder whether the storm I feel and hear and fear is really outside — or if it’s inside my heart.
It’s dark and it’s loud and it’s gloomy. The storm outside the car threatens me physically, but the storm inside threatens something far deeper. Far more existential. It’s pounding on my very core again.

I can force child to obey me, but obedience comes with high cost
Sex is everywhere in our culture, but we’re starved for intimacy
We hate ourselves for needing other people’s approval so much
At times, we have to just wait for the day when we’ll see the fruit
Deep-seated shame makes it hard for me to take my needs seriously
Is AI software a useful tool or does it dictate how I see myself?
Weddings are triumphs of love and hope over reasonable fears
Existing biases dictate how you see grand jury decision in Ferguson, Mo.