I don’t have a memory of first meeting her. We just did. Her mom and my mom were best friends and 3 month ol’ me was in the waiting room when she was born. That’s our joke. We got into trouble together and were each other’s alibis when we interrogated for it. We’ve had silly…
Tag: writing
& I’ve Always Been a Reader
The thing that attracts me to books is the fact that books have always been there for me. There were times growing up when we had to choose between hot water or electricity and books made life easier. It was amazing that I practically grew up in the library. After school I was hanging out…
& 25 Years
“Your 20s are your screw up years. No one has it together yet…” –everyone It took 25 years for me to not care what people think of me. I wish I would’ve know it was so peaceful. I love who I’ve become and I know it took a while to get here. It took a…
& Metaphorically Speaking
He loved me like someone repeatably stabbing me in the heart and then kissing me like everything would be okay. I’d cry sometimes, and like a junkie I’d come back screaming, “I can fix this.” As an optimist, I sure don’t know when to give up. Love is the strongest narcotic and the only rehab…
Six Words
“He likes me, broken and all.”
Six Word Story
I used to genuinely smile more.
Yesterday’s Poem
It’s been two years, three months and five days since our last breakup. We were for real this time. This time there wasn’t any “I’m sorry” or “We’ll do better next go around.” We just gave up. We gave up on the daily texts and the hourly how was your day recaps. What we had…
& Texts From Last Night
Texts from Last Night I love you. I miss you but I don’t want you back. Not being friends is hard. Maybe we could work if we tried again. Maybe we unraveled again because we had too many loose threads. Too many secrets, too many people, not enough of “I’ll try.” “I’ll trust you. We’ll…
& Generational Stairway
Here’s a piece of non fiction, I wrote senior year in college. This is still one of my favorites. I don’t write a lot of non fiction but when I do it makes me feel so transparent. I wouldn’t have started writing non fiction if it wasn’t for my professor who pushed and pushed. I…
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