i started writing this blog with no end in mind. i’ve always written. ever since i was little and the blank, yellow page seemed safer than any other place. i’ve got thirty journals for people to burn after i die. then came the internet. i lived in a small town in ohio when i wrote
Categorynew year
santa is over for now
the holidays. sigh. the holidays found me bumming a cigarette off strangers and wandering through the woods with bright sunlight blinding my eyes. there was so much to do. so much to get done. i felt the absence of youth this time around. when i was a little girl we would put our christmas tree
resolving to receive
when we happened into town that winter it seemed they were having a festival of sorts. one that celebrated the ice and snow. the festivities caught our eyes and we drove right past a sign that said: free carriage rides. now i’m from detroit and you just don’t see that everyday. you don’t really see