Innocence Ends in Avondale - A Chicago Story
That’s it. That word, it pulls up like a tub stopper in her, letting all the old dirty waters drain out. It upsets her deep in her gut where she buries her heart. The Elston house feels disgusting, suddenly, as if she’s been swallowed by a beast. Doomed to dwell in a place where “utopia” is the exact furthest thing from reality.
Attention, Attention Must Finally Be Paid
As I approach my 51st Birthday, of course, I am in full bore self reflection mode and gazing deeply into my own navel with an intensity that borders on mania.
body dysmorphia isn’t about what you look like. It’s about what you think you look like.