Life is gloriously complex, like the ocean. The waves rise and fall and humanity struggles and suffers but through it all, the Pacific is unmoved.
How do we make sense of a world like that? How do we hold our own in the ocean that heaves under our lifeboats?
We try to understand, I suppose.
We read, write.
I’m Hollis Thundercroft, and this is how I am understanding it: By writing a series of essays about my life.