He Holds My Tears
I cried one day—one day in a progression of many—and he cupped his hands under my teardrops, whispered the most beautiful words anyone had ever said to me. “Here,” he said, “let me hold your tears.”
It’s Personal
I Am Back
Dear blog readers, Ivan and I are back from our honeymoon. The house is still piled with my belongings, hauled all the way from Wisconsin, as well as a few leftover wedding gifts that haven’t found a home. I am slowly but surely getting things put away. While we were gone, I published “Our Love
Relationships Held Lightly
I used to think I could do relationships. I thought it was simple, a black and white equation. You love. You are kind. You give it everything you’ve got. You pop a doughy relationship into the oven and—voila!—half an hour later pull out a friend. I am less self-assured today. I realize more deeply the
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Regret
I lost a friend who meant everything to me. I don’t like to say that, or think it, because still I hold on to the memory of our relationship and think that someday we could build it again. But the truth I don’t like to admit is that the relationship we had—precious, magical—isn’t currently cradled
Some Mornings I Wake Up Mourning
Some mornings I wake up mourning. I never know why. I think that I am past this; I don’t miss you anymore. And then I wake up one morning—and maybe I slept in later than I expected, or maybe I had a weirdish dream that lingers in my mind, or maybe nothing happens really. I
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