I think it's been about five years, and people still ask about you. I think it's been five years because I don't count. I've never counted. I try not think about it at all. When I do try to talk about you, I never know where to begin. The first time I saw you and... Continue Reading →
I've been doing everything I possibly can not to write about you. I shut down my computer. I make more plans. I thwart my own desire to write. I don't tell friends your name, I won't introduce you. I put your flowers on the coffee table and stuffed the hand written note into the top left... Continue Reading →
I should preface this by saying I'm too old for this now, and I need to stop staying up way past my bedtime, but I can't help it. Maybe it's something about wandering around, barefoot on linoleum in men's pajama pants that gets my creative juices flowing. This is the time of night where I'll... Continue Reading →
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