On losing and gaining authorial perspective

by navigating the winding road from cynicism to something beautiful

I’m a natural-born cynic.

Not because I see the darkness that lives at the center of all light but because I like looking at all angles, and nothing infuriates me more than a false/myopic claim that life can be easier/better if only we [fill in the ideology].

I always associate false promises with childhood. I remember a friend of our family who once ap…