Red Lights: A Love Story.

I took it for granted that the green lights were the good ones. Like a sign . A loving whisper of encouragement: Go. Permission. Go. Right timing. Go. You are ready now. Go. Red. Light. Of course green lights are the good ones. Who doesn’t want green? Except,...

Safe rooms.

The other day, Kris asked how I’d managed to not go into my victim stuff while getting pulled out of the line again at the airport. It’s complicated. And it’s worth a few posts, but in order to talk about it, I need to explain about safe rooms. A...
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