I’m feeling different about myself lately, more confident, or at least accepting of where I am and what I am and what is. It’s nice. Deadline Monday and I’ll feel even better.

Last night I had dinner with my very first workshop professor from my very first class at my MFA program years and years ago when I was 22. I loved the way she remembered my short stories.

This was the wall hidden by my gigantic dresser—when the dresser was moved across the room, these taped-up pictures were revealed. I forgot I put them up.

Things are changing, but I’m still the same person in here.

Have a good weekend!