when i pick up a new book, the first thing i do is flip to the last page and read the final paragraph. the great gatsby came to me in ms. chalmers 11th grade AP english class and i knew the moment i read the final words that it was something very special. “so we [...]
when i was 10 years old, my family moved into a new house in a new neighborhood. right across the street was another new house and another new family with a daughter one year older than me. we became fast friends. this girl, D, was unlike any friend i had known before. she was into [...]
my building was constructed in 1969, and my bathroom is an original. it has a sink like none i’ve ever seen before. imagine a white cast iron sink nestled into a strangely coloured, faux marble laminate counter, resting atop two skinny metal legs. it looks like an awkward teenager or a strange creature that is [...]
after you explained to me, again, why we wouldn’t work, why we couldn’t be together, you walked me out to my car. “i’m sorry,” you said. “me too, ” i replied. i turned to open my car door and you reached out to catch my arm. “can i at least have a hug?” you asked. [...]
i’ve been keeping an online journal for a few years now and it’s migrated to a few different platforms before landing here on wordpress. although i’ve come to embrace and even enjoy online journaling, it was not an easy transition for me from my pen and paper journals. you see, i’m very much a fan [...]
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