Lovers Lie

I love waking you up just before I disappear into the freezing black of a winter’s morning, when I’m dressed in something flattering, professional, and uncomfortable, and you’re still naked, nestled between the sheets and our electric blanket like a flower petal pressed between two pages in a book. I love waking you up, theContinue reading “Lovers Lie”

I Write Because

“I write because there are some things I’m afraid to say out loud” was the quote in my senior yearbook, a string of words nestled beneath a picture of a girl who seems familiar and alien all at the same time, like a face remembered from a dream. I write because of who I am,Continue reading “I Write Because”