I opened the door still wrapped in my workday armor a short skirt, navy blazer, hair pinned like I had something to prove. But the way he looked at me… it stripped every layer of composure I thought I walked in with. He stepped inside, … Continue reading Confession: 504
Category: Confessions
Confession: 500
He came by to pick up his blanket. That blanket had been sitting in my house for days folded, waiting, holding a quiet kind of energy I couldn’t ignore. It was almost like he’d left it there on purpose, a breadcrumb between his world and … Continue reading Confession: 500
Dear Charles
I want to light the way for you to come back home. If it’s any wonder, I will continue to make these “Charles pancakes” every weekend until you are back. The sun will be blazing soon, and we are not ready for ice cream cones and … Continue reading Dear Charles
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