After a long day-- a longer pause. When the alarm goes off at 4:30 yes-- in the morning, and the shift starts at 6:30 half a county away and goes for who-knows-how-many more hours until my tired feet hit home... And then it's kids-that-aren't-even-mine and maybe a meeting and a moment to myself because dear god … Continue reading April 28 : On Living Well
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April 27 : Infamy In Immortality
Remember me in this laurel crown wrapped in gold and roses painted red a fitting piece to match my black gown that I'll wear when I'm finally dead.
April 26 : Last Days
Dwelling on goodbye-- a firm farewell to the mid section of the last decade of my Youth. Tomorrow brings a solid footstep toward the next chapter in my book. I wake up 28, which sounds so serious, and possibly erroneous, because just yesterday wasn't I only 21? Twenty one on the cusp of full adulthood, fresh … Continue reading April 26 : Last Days
April 25 : Perfect Date
A clean, springtime day. All you need-- a light jacket. Shh... this is cheating.
April 23 : Looking Ahead
The week ahead-- full. Nights spent drunk with love and light. Wrapped in velvet and whiskey. My birthday is soon. Four days left till twenty eight. I put on my crown.