on wednesday i was called out on instagram, by the beautiful cassie, to expose the inside of my soul gym bag. my first reaction to this public summons was to politely pretend i hadn’t seen the request, to suddenly have a convenient “social media”...
i’ll try to use words. there are the obvious ones: grateful, beholden, indebted, disbelieving, bed-wetting; but they all seem flat and empty compared to the marching band of thankful drumming around in my belly as i try to sit still. wednesday afternoon, in a...
darlings it’s been too long. i’ve been remiss from my post. like a rampant co-ed, unleashed on myrtle beach; caution and bra to the wind, my feet dangling, shot-gun, outside the sunroof, as i pass my number to the cutest boy in town; laptops and passcodes...
