everyone has issues. we aren’t special, other than in all of the ways we were so fucking special.Read more "yes we were"
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"
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"
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"
take my hand and follow me past the shadows. let’s look closer. come. come. touch it. take a deep breath. yes. yes. this is what we want. this is exactly what we want. with all the quirks and dark spots and broken bits. remember the broken bits? we’ve talked about this. we all have them. we […]Read more "the wanting"