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.
No doors ever stay permanently closed. No matter how far you go, how fast you run, your past is always nipping at your heels.