I’ll never forget one of the first nights in our home when I was a mess, an anxious mess over the fact that Trey’s feelings were hurt because I unpacked the kitchen without him. So deep beyond my anxious tears, I asked him (scratch that–I have to be honest, here), I yelled at him, “Why...
I’m writing to you from the blurred light of a thousand stars that the city insists on chasing. My legs are numb because it feels like I’ve just run one of my best races, one of the ones that makes life feel like some euphoric dream that I never want to end, so I sit...
My friend spoke words of wisdom to me yesterday morning when she said, “You have an identity all your own…” now just hold that thought…. You know, I have this thing for middle school, pre-pubescent kids (please read that without the child-molestor insinuation I’m sure it inferred…). But I do, this thing, this love… this passion....
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