Insights and reflections on being a soul‑divergent writer—creating from emotional truth, resisting homogenization, and embracing authenticity in art and life.
“My name is Karen,” she said, standing slightly to introduce herself. “And yes, I am a Karen.”
She didn’t smile when she said it. In fact, she didn’t smile at all, which was refreshing. Women were conditioned to smile, as if the fate of humanity rested on their positive attitude. If that were the case, then Karen was single-handedly wrecking the world.