The author of “The Recovering” talks to HuffPost about the power of personal narrative to show us what we share with each other — and what sets us apart.
Having no idea what to do next hurts, even as it might excite us on some level. Whether graduating from college or retiring from a long career, the road ahead may appear to be devoid of landmarks - intimidating in its blankness, goading because freedom is supposed to be so desirable yet its reality is often heavy with perplexing dilemmas.
If you're tempted to let a blogger know her struggles with an alcoholic husband in prison for his third DUI just isn't as bad as your cousin with some late stage illness, why not bypass personal blog essays or posts about the Kardashians or the latest celebrity divorce to spend a few hours reading Proust or Kafka?
Even by Hollywood standards, the majesty and misery of Judy Garland's short life was extreme, defined by its operatic intensity and an epic series of (mostly) public peaks and valleys.
Perspective is so personal -- like faith. You either choose to believe or you don't. You try to make sense of everything. You try to set your own course. That is, until you find yourself floating. Not because you are lacking something, but instead, because you are ready for something different.
The Pascales are the few people who can light that flame of hope through their beautiful and touching stories, especially during this grim time of capitalism that overshadows individuals' basic rights and needs.
Them: OMG! [Imagine two 44-year-old men actually saying "OMG" for a moment] Husband: It must just be weed. When I told the
"What do you write about?" I'm often asked. The answer, um, is I, uh, write about myself, which automatically puts me in the company of Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, and others who exude the belief that their lives are of inherent interest to others.