Laughing over drinks, telling each other stories. Sharing in our problems, realizing neither of us know what we're doing. Sitting here for hours, talking about everything, talking about nothing. Take a sip from the margarita, and be thankful. Because when the world doesn't make sense, it's good to have friends like this.


I woke up this morning to the chirping of birds, looked out the window and saw snowy clouds falling over the mountains. Springtime flowers poke through the soil and brighten the sidewalk, grass begins to stud the brown patches. In moments like these, I'm reminded that the world keeps turning. All of man's issues and … Continue reading 24


I went for a walk today, just to get away from these four walls. To see something beyond my TV, dresser, and kitchen sink. To breathe some pine air, and hear some quiet. To shrink away from squirrels that get to close, because those things give me the creeps. To wander through this labrinth, the … Continue reading 25


Some great things about living alone: I can eat whatever I want for dinner, event if that's just popcorn and olives. My medicine cabinet is arranged just how I like--filled entirely of face creams and lip balm and no actual medicine in sight. I never have to worry about someone coming behind me and putting … Continue reading 26


The steep incline has her breathing heavily, the back of her legs ache under the strain. She pushes forward, staring at the tops of her feet as she manuevers over the rocks. Every now and then she glances up at the path ahead, to see how much further she has to go. Everytime she does, … Continue reading 27


In times of panic, it's hard to stay level-headed. In times of pandemic, it's hard to feel safe. Fear swirls throughout the air and on our newsfeeds. What is true, what is accurate, what do we do? Yet-- humanity is resilient, humanity is intelligent, humanity is compassionate. We rarely give ourselves credit, but we're better … Continue reading 28


Lounging on a beach, drinking a fruity drink, feeling a sunburn slowly bloom across my skin, take a dip in the push and pull of the ocean, watch as people play frisbee, walk their dog, or splash about. Sand inbetween my toes, sand in my hair, sand in my mouth, sand in my bikini bottoms. … Continue reading 29


Sweat gleams and slides across my skin. As I sit there in a pool of my own sweat, I breath in and out, waiting for my heartbeat to slow. The heat surrounds and sits over me heavily. I close my eyes, letting my mind go quiet.


Don't you love, walking into a familiar home? Maybe it's your parents, or your grandparents, your cool aunt's, or a just a close friend's house. But it's familiar, and it has been for as long as you can remember. The garage code is the same, the couch melds to your body perfectly, and you can … Continue reading 31


The temperature climbs above 60 degrees, for the first time in a long, snowy winter. The whole town is in t-shirts, shorts, and dresses. Music blasting, dancing in the sunshine. A man sits on a bench and sings with his guitar, a girl strolls and shops throughout the downtown streets. Bottles of rose', windows open, … Continue reading 32