Posts Tagged ‘past’


before i could think, the words came out of my mouth, “you’re too young to have a past.” he quietly shook his head, looked me directly in the eyes, and said, “when i was 16, my best friend died in my arms.  how’s that for a past?” those words were spoken to me a few […]

let sleeping dogs lie

the past.  i always used to think of it sitting around, perfectly preserved, as if under glass in a museum.  something i could visit from time to time as an observer.  nothing to be said or done.  nothing to change.  no mess, just a clean, impartial record of things as they were. this weekend, i found the […]