there is a kind of loneliness that comes from being with people. the kind that is more about a recognition of the failure of communication. the gaps. like the other day this woman came over and i served her tea…
the woman told me of her career trajectory, which i have already heard in this same excruciating detail twice before. it involves a broken engagement and an incomplete PhD program. which she considers failure, having come from some ambitious North Shore whatever world. i don’t consider either thing failure at all.
still she speaks to me as if i am her judge, or confessor. i felt so lonely hearing her stories, because i know they are about her and her issues and her judges and have nothing to do with me.
i nod, sip my tea, thinking about how hard it is to really truly connect with another human being.
Suzanne Scanlon, Promising Young Women.
maia diaries 
Listening itself can provide a connection.
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I just love your entries and this one is just as amazing as the rest of them. 💚 Excellent writing friend!
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I’m simply the messenger, but thank you so much! I love your blog, I admire your raw and deliberate honesty.
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Even the messenger deserves credit! Thank you for your words, I appreciate them so much so and they mean a lot. ✨ *Sorry if this is a repeat, I can’t tell if my first attempt at a reply went through 🙂
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you did okay, i got both replies!
just the connection i needed today. you’re a gift 🪴
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Ditto on that, and you are too. 🦦
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