Art is activism. Living is an art.
The evening before I left Buffalo, New York to begin a new life—again—I learned that a beautiful, young woman I’d known had taken her life. The news came as a shock. From a distance, she appeared serene and successful. But I know well enough that below the surface we all live complicated lives of contradictions and conflict. I imagine my life appears serene and successful. Most days, it feels that way—but not always. Beginning Again is a new daily project I am writing and sharing in Cortney’s memory. I offer my own vulnerable and varied truth, because living is both an art and an ordeal. Every day a maddening mix of daunting and delightful.