from may 18th.

there is something about happy that feels foreign still — as if I were to try and grasp it fully, it might slip through my hands. I don’t understand happy most days, however,… Continue reading →

on combating a negative core belief.

people leave. they always do, right? they grow tired of your sadness, your stubbornness, the way you carry your baggage.   people leave. they always do, right? most times, without warning. and most… Continue reading →

from notebook #4.

I hope 50 years from now, we find ourselves on the front porch – laughing over a bottle of wine, remembering all the late nights we spent dancing under the stars next door,… Continue reading →