Monthly Archives: August 2021

When I was 19, most of my friends were alcoholics and addicts. None of us had futures plotted out. None of us believed our lives merited such worth. We tended bars and waited tables and partied hard in between. We were surviving, scraping up affection wherever we could get it- often through one-night stands andContinue reading “27. In Conclusion”

I know. I’m behind. I’ve avoided writing the last few weeks… because I want to write only good things. Because I get tired of the saga.  I have realized something. For eighteen months I have been waiting for my life to return to what it used to be… for myself to return to who itContinue reading “26. Head and Heart”