Date Redux
I went on just one date in February. It felt familiar but not identical. I had had a date a lot like this one, over 12 years ago.
Day: March 2, 2020
When A Writer Chooses Boundaries
I don’t want to be good at letting people hurt me. I’m pondering the word ‘boundaries’.
Flying Solo
I choose to believe in flight, to want it and to reach for it. I choose to fly. I choose to fly solo.