We had been locked in a dead sprint towards the finish line, trying to keep up or catch up, or just not fall. “We just have to get through these last few weeks…” I’d say to myself over and over agains as I ran around finding props for plays, or making cupcakes for the banquet, throwing his white dress shirt into the dryer with a damp towel again and again so he’d appear unwrinkled, care for.
My First Pandemic
So, It’s my first pandemic, and I have nothing to wear! Don’t be fooled like I was. You know how it is, all your life […]
Update 7/25/20 I don’t actually sometimes work in a bowling alley anymore. I quit a few months ago. But I do still hear the siren […]
Sometimes Love is Warm
I am a girl in need of courage. And not just to help me face the boy’s bathroom that DESPERATELY needs to be cleaned. See, […]
The Art of Jumping
Jumping is a verb, and goals achieved and destinations reached often take determined action and should be celebrated.
I’ve Eaten all the Luck
“You gotta try your luck at least once a day, because you could be going around lucky all day and not even know it.” – […]