No one tells you that sometimes, or most likely, most often, your memories might make themselves really comfortable and start mixing with each other.
I met him in the Spring—by accident.He was sweaty that first day, like hehadn’t showered in weeks, though the real culpritwas the scorching heat of the sun that seemed to have no end.Our friendship grew into a tangled web of danger,and trying to navigate his room was harder thana ballerina tip-toeing on a tightrope.I felt... Continue Reading →
For dinner Tuesday night, I made a grilled cheese sandwich using Swiss instead of cheddar cheese because I wanted to taste something different. In the middle of my cooking I thought, "What else can go with this?" and opened the fridge to find glorious spinach calling to me from the second drawer. So I grabbed... Continue Reading →