Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I can’t help but see your face looking back at me, yellowed with jaundice, Eyes puffy with lack of sleep. When you died, People worried my baby brother would follow in your footsteps, That your demeanors are the same. But I know it’s...
I was talking with my friend this morning and she mentioned that she’s only had eight crushes in her life (she can name them all) and her first crush was in fifth grade. I kind of guffawed. I’ve had something like 80 crushes in my lifetime and my first crush...
I walk past the front door with the broken lock and handle, the door that only ever opens to welcome in 3 a.m. cream cheese wontons, and head right into the back yard like I live here. I do live here. I walk up the rickety porch steps where I...
When I was younger, I use to pretend that I was a cat, and I’m meow all day and then cuddle my dad, who would pet my head and scratch my chin. He was the person I talked to about first kisses and crushes. He was my king, and I,...
And again… I managed to neglect this blog. Things have been really hard lately. I’ve never been so challenged as I have the past several months. After my uncle killed himself, my grandmother died. And then her body was looted and all her jewelry (wedding ring included) stolen. My brother’s...