I feel things deeply. And I have no problem letting those deep feelings overflow in the form of big, fat, salty tears that roll gently, slowly, and sweetly down my cheeks.
I am at peace with crying. I’ve learned to be totally OK with it, because I know it washes away poison and creates a river in which happiness can flow.
Our pervasive rape culture is finally getting the attention it sadly warrants, ironically, thanks in part to recent high-profile rape attrocities committed in India and the United States and the resulting mainstream media coverage they've generated.
Truth be told, most deals (good AND great), have become so commonplace that they’re almost a dime a dozen.
Everywhere you turn there’s someone offering something awesome at some stupidly low price.... sometimes even for free! (This isn't free, but it's such awesome value it's almost as good as free!)
I love to take pictures of interesting, unusual and beautiful things I find when I go for a walk or run (more of the former than the latter lately due to colds and injuries).
I particularly enjoy mornings and have found ways to make them more joyful (six ways you can to it too).
Susan's update, January 30, 2013: honoring Margaret Moth on her birth date. Susan's update, March 21, 2010: Margaret Moth, a woman whose courage almost defied belief, died today at the age of 59. While she would not have cried, I sit here with tears streaming down my face for the loss of a woman I never knew, but who deeply impacted me and countless others around the world.
Some people say I cry easily. I guess it’s true.
Our pervasive rape culture is finally getting the attention it sadly warrants, ironically, thanks in part to recent high-profile rape attrocities committed in India and the United States and the resulting mainstream media coverage they've generated.
I woke up feeling a bit down.
There are good deals. And there are great deals.
I love to take pictures of 
Susan's update, January 30, 2013: honoring Margaret Moth on her birth date.