The Meaning in the Making

I don’t cry easily in general. When things go wrong, I go into “handle it” mode. I am the one keeping it together to find a solution in a room filled with turmoil, even if I’m experiencing the pain of the situation as keenly as everyone else. I’m the one giving out hugs to those who are crying at funerals, saving my own tears for later.

Perhaps it’s my innate personality.

Perhaps it’s my upbringing. My father left home when I was four years old, and I was left to hug and hold my mother as she grieved the loss of a man she loved dearly, so maybe it became a habit.

Either way, it takes a lot to make me break down over real issues.

However, I am a big softy when it comes to art.

I cried over a video game recently, believe it or not. Without giving ...