How many times can a box be packed and repacked before the memories held inside give up give out wave a little white flag as if to say, “you tried your best but your best wasn’t good enough” How many times have I seen this same scene whole lives crammed in basements in water damaged… Continue reading All You Got
Each time we meet the goodbye embrace loses power. The time between your face and the street shortens and I find I want to care less about the reasons why. Over coffee we talk about the hims and the hers but not the us… there is no us. There is you there is me there… Continue reading FML
When she pulled up, he was sitting on a rock considering all of the things he wanted to say to her, but he saw her face and it all fell away. She wondered if she should just shake his hand. In an instant they were nervous 17-year-old kids again. Sweaty palms, shy smiles and awkward… Continue reading She & Him, 2012
It should matter more. Your absence. The time it takes to remember always seems longer than the time it takes to forget and I’m forgetting. I’m forgetting the rings on your fingers. I’m forgetting the mess of your hair that curled slightly in the front if you let it. I’m forgetting the way you covered… Continue reading Kevin, 4/9/10
If I had the power to change something, I would change the way the sun comes through my window in the morning and the way it brings with it obligation instead of joy, the way it ushers in the sound of traffic and stress. I would change the way my breath stops itself on the… Continue reading Begin a 500-word piece with, “If I had the power to change something, I would change…”
busted up and down looking for love that can’t be better lost than found
You are a treasure. May you always remember, you were meant to be.
Raindrops playing dead On my windshield and my head. Where has summer gone?
1. In your wake there is nothing left of me. I am reduced by a simple truth you didn’t mean to tell. I cry quietly, alone and wonder how it came to this, but I know, I know. There is nothing to prove and yet the arrogance suits you. 2. Please let me not care… Continue reading Twist the Knife
I’ve been a busy lady these days, so busy in fact that I have grossly neglected this blog. It’s pregnancy brain I tell you plus I’m hungry and tired ALL THE TIME. Sometimes just getting home and waddling to my couch feels like an accomplishment. Back to busy. So, here’s the scoop: My book has a… Continue reading Busy, Busy