We Are Untethered
What happened to the ties that bound us?
It sounds dreamy, in a way, to be untethered. To roam at will, answering to no one, doing what I damn please.
At this stage in my life, I am rarely untethered — that is, in the liberating sense of the word. I have children and a partner. I roam with pattering feet in tow, answering to everyone, doing what I need to do to get through…