Running from the cold up in New England ( Read more... )

I am writing this in my bedroom,  in an awkward corner of my bed with the laptop positioned, just so, as to receive a signal from some neighbor I'll never meet. I'm waiting to hear back from Weston. I keep checking to see if he's emailed me back and I hope that he is doing well. I'm sick of feeling anxious and crazy all the time. I wish there was a ( Read more... )

    The recruits have arrived, most without moustaches, all with apples in their cheeks. Fresh country produce like me. Their faces are open and eager. They're being fussed over, given uniforms and duties to replace the yell for the milk pail and the insistent pigs. The officers shake hands with them; a grown-up thing to do ( Read more... )

A good woman will pick you apart ( Read more... )

I decided last night that the next person I fall in love with will be with me because I am a smart, strong and beautiful woman who is dearly in love with her friends. Last night was wonderful, I had my family all around me; all the women I've been congregating with recently... all my friends, all those who care about me. And everyone was happy ( Read more... )

I'm over being sad. I'm over being upset about the things that have happened. I'm done. Done. Done. I thought that I really wanted to be his friend, that I needed that support in my life, and maybe I do; but I don't necessarily think that I can give him the support that he so obviously needs. He's been such a good friend of mine for so long, and ( Read more... )