Oh Sentimentalism, My Old Friend

Shoes are stacked.  Boxes overflow with scribbled papers and picture frames and unused notebooks.
As the walls become more and more bare, as I strip away more and more memories and trinkets, my heart starts to kick in. It tempts me to become frantic, to flail and fight the impending change.  As bu…

Serendipity

Serendipity: a couch and a chair and your best friend all in the same place, at the same time.


This Heat

Here's what I've learned about summer: you can't escape it and you shouldn't want to.  I'm not sure why the extra hours of light or increased temperatures are so cataclysmic. People shed their winter skin and cicadas rub their legs together with such intensity it's hard not…