has recontacted me. A smattering of voicemails and text messages, he makes me chuckle. And he reminds me of different paths. Of a life that might be, although not necessarily with him.
This man reminds me of who I was some time ago, the girl who intended to write for a living, a [...]
Category Archives: i never promised all of it would be funny
An old friend
04.21.07 –
on not knowing what to say
04.16.07 –
I am a woman of many words, but I’ve found myself not having all of them within my grasp lately. When I try to explain situations to friends or write an account on this site, I’m often left without the right phrasing, or without any words at all. The descriptors are gone. [...]