Reading. Writing. Not Arithmetic.
I started my morning with coconut macaroons and Arcade Fire, after having spent the first two hours upon waking laying in bed, writing down my dream about finding a small book filled with polaroids of my son when he was young, and the people surrounding our lives at that time who loved him. I then... Continue Reading →
Alas, I’ve finally decided to buckle down and finish my degree. I mean, the only thing between me and this practically useless piece of paper most people I encounter assume I have anyway is one little math class, so why not? Why not, indeed. If you know me you know that I get along with... Continue Reading →
I’ve written before about my first love, Scott. I was 14 when we met so one might assume he was also the bearer of my first kiss but, raised by boys way out in the country as I was, I never got the memo that girls should put any emotional significance into something so simple... Continue Reading →
This morning was another which found me waking late, overheated and heavily dreaming in the flannel sheets, to the sound of a text coming through my phone. I’d forgotten, again, to switch off the ringer the night before. “No!” I shouted at it, turning it off, then rolling back over, trying to hide but irreversibly,... Continue Reading →
