But what I really

But what I really long to know you do not tell either: what you feel, although I’ve given you hints by the score of my regard. You like me. You wouldn’t waste time or paper on a being you didn’t like. But I think I’ve loved you since we met at your mother’s funeral. I … Read more

Our moment had passed

Our moment had passed somehow. I was different. He was, too. Without our “madness” to unite us, there wasn’t anything much there. Or maybe too much had happened in too short a time. It’s like when you take a trip with someone you don’t know very well. Sometimes you can get very close very quickly, … Read more

My great hope for

My great hope for us as young women is to start being kinder to ourselves so that we can be kinder to each other. To stop shaming ourselves and other people for things we don’t know the full story on – whether someone is too fat, too skinny, too short, too tall, too loud, too … Read more