The Stories We Tell

I was looking for a friend. That feels important to say first, because in retrospect I think I spent a … Continue reading The Stories We Tell

I’m Over “Almost”

I have wateredtoo many dead rootsand called it devotion. I have mistakencrumbs for effort.A hand on my leg.A soft wordwhen … Continue reading I’m Over “Almost”

Everything happens for a reason, right?

When I keep breaking out into internal monologues, it’s a sign that I need to write to get out and … Continue reading Everything happens for a reason, right?

The trials of making friends as an adult

I feel pretty pathetic at how few local friends I have — frankly close friends in general. I am embarrassed … Continue reading The trials of making friends as an adult