Roses are red*, yes, and though I do love the deep, dark color red, truth is, I do not at all like red roses. If a certain someone came to me on certain holidays with a certain number of long-stemmed, thorny red roses wrapped in plastic, I would feel… Probably a little let down. Red … Continue reading →

E got his purple belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu today! I’m especially partial to the color purple, but that’s not the only reason I’m happy for him. It’s a step forward, and he, just like me, was seeking a step forward. It’s a reward truly deserved. It’s awesome. It’s symbolic; I feel it. Congratulations, my other … Continue reading →

That no one will notice me. That someone will notice me. That the loft bed will collapse while I am sleeping in it. That the ceiling will cave in and rats will fall out on my head. (Not entirely impossible: An old friend who spent a summer dancing at a club in New Orleans said … Continue reading →

I must be very, very good this weekend. I have an enormous amount of freelance work to do, so it’s not a weekend at all—more like a whole other work week entirely. Outside is the world, but I am not allowed outside. I must fight the urge to take a nap underneath my desk (sometimes … Continue reading →

In the dream, the rain crashed down, hitting the windows head on, rattling the glass. The force of the rain threatened to fling the air conditioner four floors down to the ground. I felt soaked, but my skin was dry. There were trees in the dream, trees I don’t see in real life, and they … Continue reading →

As you may know, I have slowly been writing. Slowly, as if I have all the time in the world. What I would change about myself—one thing of many—is my obsession with time passing and how much older I am getting. I truly wish I did not care. Truth is, I do care. It pains … Continue reading →