Nothing Lasts Forever (Not Even Temptation)
The Silent Nights
No one tells you that sometimes, or most likely, most often, your memories might make themselves really comfortable and start mixing with each other.
Easing into Conversation
I can’t ease into conversations anymore. I told a stranger this, after he handed me a miniature sunflower. He held it out to me with a boyish grin that, had I been someone else, anyone else, probably could’ve been the mark of a newfound friendship, but because I’m me, I hesitated and let his hand... Continue Reading →
On Embracing Death and Life
I’ve been indecisive lately, trying to decide if I should or shouldn’t post this and then just decided to do it anyway. 🙂 A few weeks ago, J. gave me an assignment. It took forever to begin it but I finally sat at my typewriter and just wrote it out on my birthday:
Musings of a Wanderer 