A window facing the sunrise. Daffodils (twenty-nine of them from my lover, friend, partner) on my kitchen table in this morning’s light. Last night, it was burgers and cards and strawberry cake, texts and messages and green smoothies. Gifts I can’t begin to express my gratitude for. A duet over the phone from dear friends in Canada, ending on high, “to yoooooouuuu” (delightfully out of tune, you guys). Most importantly, my family, and love and affirmation that I’ve got it made and my final twenty-something year will be the best yet. Cheers to spring and another year round our blessed sun.Read More
There was dust floating in the air. It’s always there, but today it caught the shafts of early light from the window and, suddenly, it wasn’t hidden anymore. Brought finally into light, the bits of lint and debris obscured my vision in that direction. It was early early, and I could think of nothing but the dead weight of grief that sat on me, that shot through me like those blades of light cutting through an invisible, dusty world…Read More
When I was beginning the third grade, I was thrown mercilessly into class with my frienemy. It didn't last long, though. Soon we became absolutely inseparable, to the point that our favorite past time during recess each day was to walk far away from the playground into the fields surrounding. Just talking and wandering. There was a golfer nearby who routinely lost golfballs in those fields, and so our self-assigned "jobs" were to find and collect those golf balls.
Still, not as a bad as when we literally stole candy from the reward jar during recess the next year.
We were very good at recess.Read More