Fifteen years ago I donned a pewter pendant whose creator had named it “Clarity.” I had just left a beloved house in the city in which I had meant to grow old and was squatting (I hoped) in a duplex owned by my parents, in a town I would never have chosen and was damned sure I would never love. I had made that move with inner certainty. My still-friends had supported me in this decision but a mentor I admired and wanted to please had objected, telling me I was sacrificing my own life. I dismissed his perspective and admired him a bit less as I loaded the U-Haul. Continue reading “Clarity (?)”