everyone has issues. we aren’t special, other than in all of the ways we were so fucking special.Read more "yes we were"
an open letter to the man I loved, still love and will always love. Dear you: truth is things are going great. truth is things are a fucking mess. this is where things stand here. here’s the deal: you showed up and changed everything. you left and changed everything. it’s life. we deal. we always […]Read more "truth is …"
six is my favorite number. and now, exactly six years ago, this: i won’t hate you. i won’t hate you anyway, but definitely not over a blister. fuck perfect. you and me, and no bullshit, and no perfection. perfect is boring. bring on life. bring on real. broken down parts, pff. i have currently 3 scabs on […]Read more "perfect is boring"
when I move my foot over even a few inches, it’s just cold. I wake and immediately feel alone. yesterday, I woke crying. I don’t know how long I’d been crying. that was weird. I told someone the other day that I remember this part … the not being able to leave my tiny corner. […]Read more "no comfort"
It was brave, what he did. Admitting you’re scared is never easy to do. Truth is, they were both scared. Since they both admitted it, maybe it would get them somewhere. She was hopeful but not holding her breath, no matter how much she longed for peace and happiness to return. But she wanted and […]Read more "already gone"
she held the memories close to her heart. memories are, after all, what keeps us moving. they keep us loving and learning and wanting more. what else do we have but memories? they are our stories. they weave us into who we are now and who we’ll become tomorrow. she knew change was imminent. it […]Read more "let them fly"
my husband left me. not for good. at least I don’t think so. he’s supposed to be back in five days or so. sometimes I lose track, to be honest. he comes and goes. it’s all good. because I’ve come to realize that I really like the me that emerges when he goes away. I ease […]Read more "I like the person I am when he leaves me"
so we’ve been talking about it and joking about it for a while now, so maybe we should just make it happen. that thing we both do. big ideas. lofty goals. creative brainstorming. we work well together in the kitchen. meaning: he does all the work while I stay out of the way. sometimes we […]Read more "like that time with the asparagus"
I’ve been known to overshare. I sometimes don’t know when to stop. but I want to tell you something. promise me it’s OK. promise me it won’t change anything. but I believe this to be true: everyday, a new story begins. sometimes my story is filled with love and joy and laughter and adventure. those […]Read more "psst."
it’s too cold to move. I long for the beach, to feel real sand between my toes. not playground sand, but white sand that feels like flour. I want the warm sun on my shoulders. last night, my youngest put lotion on my back, to help cure the dry skin that plagues me every winter. […]Read more "freckles"