After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the...

I have no idea who actually took this picture, much less who spray painted the words. I’m just glad they did and it made it’s way to me.

I remember, when I was a little girl, summer was something I looked forward to all winter long and once it arrived, it seemed to stretch ahead forever. Back then, Memorial Day was not the beginning of summer, but rather the last holiday before school let out. The 4th of July, then, was the first holiday of summer, and Labor Day, the last. Whole lifetimes were lived...

How disappointed I am is up to me. How much stock I put in what other people say is up to me. No one can “make” me feel this way or that…unless I choose. Except, I do get weary. I do get my feelings hurt. Because I am not as good at this “being a grownup” thing as I’d like to be. Because taking the high road is hard. (That’s...