From Journals Past
She dances lightly through relationships – friends, sisters, nieces, co-workers, mere acquaintances. Pauses in mid ronde de jambe, while briefly resting her hand lightly on his arm. She briefly touches down after a cabriole, only to flee the room upon meeting his eyes. She tiptoes carefully across eggshells (crying crying crying while dancing dancing dancing) […]
On this grey Thursday morning, waking up with no particular place to be, Kim supposed the world was an interesting place. But it was so noisy and busy and loud. It constantly distracted her from her thoughts, her hopes, her dreams. She wanted to be an architect, but she never made the algebra requirement. She […]
On her way to work she quietly hummed “It’s a little bit funny” under her breath, and all throughout the day, when she was alone or far enough away from anyone else to hear. Elton John’s “Your Song” suited her mid-range voice perfectly. She related to it instantly the very first time she heard it: […]
She confesses to herself that she is drawn to Bryant’s smile and blue eyes and the golden kiss of his skin and his hands, with slender fingers, always in motion when he speaks. He is beautiful – she has never been in a serious relationship with anyone so beautiful before. It seems like a miracle, […]
This is the sadness of lost things, she thinks as she stares in the mirror at herself. You don’t recognize them when you finally find them.