Dear Christina, I haven’t known what to say, because every time I start to write something, it ends up being about me. “I’ve been a fan since…” “I never even got to see her perform…” “I looked up to her growing up…” etc. But it’s not about me. You were a beautiful person, Christina. I
I started making this playlist on Saturday, excited to step into the land of winter. I tried to stay with a softer, music-in-the-background-as-you-put-up-the-tree feel. I also tried to stay away from Christmas carols…not because Christmas carols are bad, but because you hear them everywhere this time of year. So this is not a Christmas playlist. It
It’s 2007. My dad is driving me to school. He has the radio on, as always. And then some country song called “Our Song” comes on the radio. I hate country music, but I cannot decide how I feel about this song. A little while later, I see this video. It has the guy from
So May is my favorite month. Mostly because it’s the month that I entered the world, but also because it has always been the start of summer. And really, I typically hate summer, transitions, and saying goodbye to all my friends. But in that first day, there’s the overwhelming joy that you and all your
I hate coming here. It’s not that it’s creepy. It’s not. The grass is an incredible shade of green and always neatly cut. There’s an elm tree not far off that I know is a five-star hotel for all the nearby woodland creatures. The robins are stuffing the air with their melodies this very minute.
November is coming. I didn’t think I was going to do NaNoWriMo again this year in order to focus on my goal to read 40 books by the end of the year, but I changed my mind. If I don’t do it, I know I’ll regret it. And there’s a story in me that is