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 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 keep writing new versions of myself that sound open and easy. Ones that don’t ask for too much too … Continue reading Before the Night Closes
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?
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