Snowflakes

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 →

Fall

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 →

Doorways.

He isn't the type to show up in your doorway, and that's a good thing. When I watch the wrong movie and the man tells the woman he respects her for her tenacity and strength, and that he wants her to be successful because she's earned it, I cry; he doesn't come. When the janitor... Continue Reading →

Away We Go

We're having a beer at the pub, and me being me, I'm being an asshole.  Other than a brief flirt at an alumni event, I hadn't seen Kyle in about a month.  I'd skipped town, and he'd facebooked me, asking to hang out while I was surfing in Central America. "You were ridiculous," I chide... Continue Reading →

One.

Every mother has one story about each child that, over and over, they still love to tell. In this one, I am standing in the grocery store, maybe four years old - up to her knees or so - and I tug on her jeans. “Mommy! Mom! Moooooom!” I say, eyes full and round. She... Continue Reading →

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