1. It's how I feel the best - physically, mentally, and emotionally ( Read more... )

I don't know quite how to start this. "Hello, old friend" feels a bit too cliche, but I don't feel like I can just begin without acknowledging all of our years apart. I have this daydream where I run into an old friend. Surprised, I say, "it's like seeing a ghost." I say it to signal how they left my life without a trace - how it seemed they'd be ( Read more... )

Awhile ago, I had a dream that I don't think I ever wrote out here, and it seems like something I need to remember on a day like today. I was walking around some busy store with some old friends from high school, and I was carrying my old trumpet. I kept looking all around trying to my find my case to put it away, but I couldn't find it. Finally ( Read more... )

do any of us read or write in here anymore?

in 2013, i got engaged. i turned 24. zach joined the national guard. anna graduated college. i finished my first year and a half of law school. i visited hawaii, new york, california (for a weekend), and colorado (and, of course, the best state in the country - indiana). i stopped drinking coke. i taught a high school class. i truly ( Read more... )

my freshman year of college, i remember telling someone i missed another person because they always commented on my outfits. i couldn't explain it then - it felt very vain (and it still does now and it always really was a bit). but i see the root of it now. we miss people in different ways, and we feel their absences in the most random places. ( Read more... )

when i was 23, i got engaged to a wonderful man ( Read more... )

so the other day, i posted to twitter, "whenever i miss someone, i try to remind myself how lucky that makes me." i saw it again today, and it reminded me again to think of my life more like that. how lucky i am that i have people i love all over the world. how lucky i am that i love them so much, it hurts to be away from them. how lucky i am ( Read more... )

i remember when we got rid of our old ford windstar mini-van. my mom cried, and i thought she was so crazy. but today, i get it ( Read more... )

so a kid i went to high school with posted that he was disappointed in the boy scouts for letting gay kids join. (ugh.) but then it got worse - someone tried to argue with him by asking him what he would do if he had a son who was gay. the kid responded, "i hope i raise my kid right, and i don't have that problem ( Read more... )