Somewhere ahead of me is "new normal," but I can't see it yet, so I don't know what it looks like.
I miss you, strangers at Wendy's.
It wears you down, doesn't it? Little things you didn't even know you valued.
If I want to be able to draw the way I draw in my head, I'll draw the damn circles.
I made an ebook!
I expected the usual narrative. I was wrong.
My mother rejects the Oxford comma.
It always comes back to the personal, doesn't it?
I've learned that dreams can cripple you. But maybe only if you let them.
Maybe we've just forgotten we're all in this together.