Why I don’t want it all

When I was in my early 20s I thought I had everything figured out. My whole life was mapped out in front of me and I knew exactly where I was going to be at exactly what time/age. According to my (very detailed and incredibly intricate) timeline, I’d be married by twenty-five, buy a house…

She knows the human heart and how to read the stars

I’ve wanted to post new content on here for the past couple of weeks but every time I start writing something, I abandon it halfway through and ultimately delete it. The last thing I attempted putting together died a horrible death after I had written three whole paragraphs. I’m not entirely certain what happened, but…

Hey now, hey now, don’t dream it’s over

Nonna noun (among Italian speakers) a person’s grandmother Nonna died just under a week ago. You know what I’m gonna miss most of all? Her laugh. No wait! The sound of her voice when she yelled at me. No, really. Her voice was a fucking work of art – high pitched, searing, and unbelievably comical…