The kind of person

I never thought I'd be the kind of person who makes their own granola but here I am standing over the stove keeping a careful eye on this mixture so the sugar doesn't burn because I don't want to mess this up. I think I burnt the sugar last time. That or using dark brown [...]


I don't know if I trust myself. Is that bad? Do I need to be more sure of myself? Is that the secret? I'm skeptical. I know certain things about myself. I know I haven't always been trustworthy. I trust that I can't be trusted all the time. Can anyone be trusted like that? Do [...]

Already forgotten

Already forgotten

Learning about the death of someone you used to know is not the way anyone wants to wake up. Alas. I haven't thought about this person in years. How many lifetimes ago was that? This is a thing I'm noticing about getting old. The older I get, the more death I encounter. Is death something [...]


Do words really have any value? They don't last. It's too easy to redact old ones, to take something nice and turn it gross. It turns out, all those things I said with you, to you, about you, were lies. You thought I was sincere but I never meant any of it. Words can hurt. [...]


There are some things I will never know. There is some pain I will never understand, that I can't even begin to imagine. It's hard to look at what's happening.I'm learning there are things I have not wanted to see. I don't understand how people can treat each other this way. I'm scared. I'm sad. [...]