My earliest memories start around three or four. In one, I have climbed up a wooden fence, trying to balance my weight against the top while I reach out to feed a neighbor’s horse, that I have named Cow, a piece of my apple. In another, I am wandering down the street back toward our … Continue reading On not being allowed to love.
A few caveats before we go into this: 1) I'm fine. I'm not writing this from a place of current pain. It's just something I've wanted to put on 'paper' for a while. 2) To the person who was involved, we are absolutely good. Life is an amazing teacher and I'm grateful for all of … Continue reading On heartbreak.