It’s been a while.
The end of the year rush got the better of me, and as the [almost] sole writer for this website, I ran out of time to keep up with stories week by week.
But I’m not making excuses. At least, I’m not trying to.
September 11 - My Tribute
Like many others my age, this day is met with a mix of emotions. Gratitude, peace, fear, sadness. I’ve never tried to wrap up my feelings, I’ve never felt like I needed to. I was young when it happened, and I’m still not sure I have anything profound to say. And every time I sit down to think of something to say, I think of all the words said before — all of the people who have written profound, beautiful things in light of the tragedy.
Why They're Secret
Every time I sit down to write a story, I think, “Oh man. THIS person is the epitome of a secret person.”
I realize that the concept of this website is a little strange. Choosing to not name the people we write about seems counter productive — how will we know who the secret people are if they are not named? Doesn’t it demean people to make their identities a secret? I’ve wrestled through this many times, since starting this website in April.