i supposethat if we hadn't met the way we didthanks to the chances& million tiny choices made along the waywe'd be strangers and perhaps we'd sitbeside each other on a busor reach for the same zucchini at the groceryand draw back, meet eyes,polite, withdrawn, sheepish with no way of knowinghow 999,999 snap judgments agowe missed [...]
After gigantic, joyful experiences in life - like a trip I’ve looked forward to all year, or a visit from someone I miss so much it feels like getting a phantom limb back - I’ll find myself sinking down fast into my own personal quicksand hole. It’s a familiar spiral, and it starts the minute [...]
At thirteen, I sat on the front steps of the only place I'd ever called home and closed my eyes. I curled my fingers around the sides of the stone steps, inhaled the scent of the blooming rhododendrons in the yard and hoped more than anything that I could stay. I turned to face the house - [...]
I am happy. I come home to my best friends every day, where there’s always music blasting, curling irons heating up and another hilarious story to tell. When I come home to my crappy college apartment, I also come home to stylists, counselors, tutors and sisters. With them, I am so full. I am so [...]
Thank you for collecting handfuls of sea glass and eating dark chocolate on the beach. For making long drives home from school feel like a party instead of a chore. For making my cheeks hurt from laughing too hard. For dancing like no one was watching.
