Love Letter #78

There’s nothing I like better than falling for a stranger. I’m very good at it. It’s easy to be open with someone you will probably never meet again, and I can find something to love in almost anyone for a little while. But wandering through all of...

Drive

I don’t meditate. At least, not the way most people do. Sitting still like that drives me crazy, and my monkey brain goes nuts finding things to turn up and go over and the worst possible time. I need a a basic, repetitive, physical activity to keep myself just...

Love Letter #8

Who makes the rules for these kinds of projects anyway? A repeat isn’t a repeat if I have different things to say, right? Right. For my birthday, I asked the universe for some comfort. Warm arms and baking pies and anything that can keep me from feeling like I...

Love Letter #7

It was a bad idea from the start. I knew it. You knew it. We did it anyway. It was a ridiculously fun couple of weeks. Late nights out at bars. Illicitly making out in hallways. Causing all sorts of little dramas just for the hell of it. It was better than being...

Love Letter #6

It’s funny how places shape you. It’s a collection of memories that piece together the majority of my youth. A baptist church that consumed all of my time and energy, where I tried to please a god and people who called me Jezebel. A community theatre where...