Tuesday, June 16, 2015. People always ask me why I still work here, my answer is the people. These are my letters to some of those people. Hope that goes well for you. Please Shush and stay in your corner. Do your freaking job! .

Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. Monday, April 28, 2014. Teach me how to rhyme. The girls who sing to their hairbrushes about fame. The ballers who got no game. For the money treated all the same.

Friday, November 14, 2014. Hello from the trampoline we used to jump on. from the dried flowers on my desk. the sleeping pills in the trash. your stuffed bear in my arms. I miss you from the driveway where you lingered. from ancient greek class wednesday nights. the chair i hang my bag on. your shirt on my shoulders. But how to look at my hands. For four hours a day.

Friday, March 27, 2015. It is a binary star. It is two stars so close to one another that to the naked eye it appears to be one. I want to be a binary star. I want to be so close to someone that we are one. I want to care about someone so much that we are one. I want to love someone so deeply that we are one. I see his love for me. I want love that is kind.

In Which Sophie is Compelled to Seek Her Fortune. She was not particularly frightened. She wondered how it moved. Tuesday, June 2, 2015. Yesterday is long ago and far away. For years, I poured my heart out on this blog. Well, I gave you most of it. And then I was happy.

Thursday, November 12, 2015. He is waking up on Christmas morning without a gift,. Without decorations, without stockings stuffed, without cookies fractured. I am a new puppy. I will follow where you walk, big brown eyes fixed. Every time you come home.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014. Oh God, things used to be so much easier. Now all I see are faces I used to recognize. And names I used to know. Sunday, May 25, 2014. You would walk in the front door. To see your little kids running towards you with smiles on their faces. Momma always said this was your favorite part about coming home.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015. I hate that even though I hate you I crave you. I hate that it was you to change me. I hate the way that everything is ok because its you. I hate that you leave your scent on everything you touch. I hate that all we are are lies.

Monday, May 26, 2014. We found it on a map. There were words and pictures shared about that sacred place. Some planes made it all the way, some crashed and were never found. There are some beautifully broken souls that have taken on Paris as if it was theirs from the very start. Those souls will never return. Those souls have found a place where they actually feel at home.