To All The Girls That I’ve Let Down

When I was seven, my best friend Madeline forgot to bring a hat to school and the teacher made her sit in the shade at recess while all of the other kids played tag. There was nothing I loved more back then than running around being chased. So instead of giving up the game to sit with her, I recruited my frenemy for the job (a freckled fiery red head who was much girlier than me). The two of them sat in the shade playing barbies while I ran my self dizzy with the boys… Madeline hated playing with barbies. Read More »

A Means to an End

It’s no secret that I love love. My main goal in life, if I were only able to achieve one thing, would without a doubt be to fall in love. And while I know that such a thing may be unrealistic, I’d prefer to continue living in the dreamy bliss of it’s possibility. Not to suggest that this is a bad thing. I think that feeling as deeply as I do is a gift where it’s applicable, and only really a curse when I allow it to get in the way of living my life. When meeting new people for instance, I can, should I allow it to, let love blur the experience of building a relationship.

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