Loneliness, the secret destroyer of movement forward.
Today, I needed… I needed something good to happen.
I started writing on a Mac laptop when I was in middle school. I was maybe 10 or 11? And when I started, I never imagined I would ever reach an age I would stop. 10 years later, I stopped.
This afternoon, I sat in O’Hare airport for hours.
A longing for one’s home during a period of absence from it.
I went to my hometown salon this week, to see the stylist who had been taking care of hair (owning it, in his words) since I was in junior high, and we did something we’d never done before: We cut my hair.
Fire is the greatest alchemist the world has ever known.