Boston, you are a wise old city. Why do you dress so young? I should be tripping over your broken cobblestones, not searching for them.
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I want you to be free someone who is heard and seen a child who is free. I want you to feel to move through every emotion witnessing your...
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I am the introvert hostess hiding inside her bathroom. G uests arrive to my writings on the wall, to platters of awkward tension and to ... -
In my denim skirt, floral blouse and old olive-green flats, I sit beside Scott in a small glass bank office. We are applying for our first...
This blog gets better and better every time I look. I like to wait and only click it once a month, to better recognize the huge leaps of change in your writing and style. And the photography really keeps pace with the writing. You are a blossoming talent.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work, Partner.