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.
My entire life and being could be summed up by this – I do absolutely nothing halfway. If I’m going to get sick, I’m going to get SUPER sick. If I’m going to break my ankle, I’m going to break it the most it can possibly be broken. If I'm going to be an awkward … Continue reading Only love is real.
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.