On Being A Failure

Silently, I work my way through a Peanut-Butter- Stuffed Chocolate Rabbit and listen to the sounds of car engines and clock ticks and chirping birds. With each reverberation my devastation mounts, and I’m faced with a very real, demanding question: Have I failed? I’m not speaking in terms of school grades. I’m speaking in the raw terms … More On Being A Failure