My bones creak; So do my sisters'. When we bend our knees, we make a symphony of breaking sounds, cracks and snaps. I can see you wince each time you hear them crackle ( Read more... )

I have a problem with the articles in Rogue magazine because, although they are undeniably well-written, they are written in that brevity that makes you think like they are short of space.

I applaud them for esoteric articles that appeal to the "intelligent" mass but must they always write in the fashion that seems hurried and deficient?

I ( Read more... )

Dear L,

I should thank you: you inspire me to write.

I wouldn't exactly call what I write "writing," but compared to the words you waste, I would like to think that what I do is indeed "writing." Can I do that? Can I openly admit that I write?

I have always thought that what I am doing is just thinking out loud with words. Yes, I am only doing ( Read more... )

Dear A,

I saw your uncle last night and I wanted to tell him how sore you were as a person. It does not matter whether or not he would believe me, whether he would take my side, whether he would listen.

One person out there should realize that all this rambling bitterness is meant to warn people about you.

You are a bad friend. More so because you ( Read more... )

Dearest One,

Slowly the lines between our friends are blurred. It’s quite odd-maybe that’s not the word--that I now consider some of your friends my good acquaintances. I would like to assume that you do the same with some of my friends. I have never been close to anyone this wayAll the invisible barriers I have created, all the imaginary lines ( Read more... )

In my head I have a story about you, about us, about the moment you are going to leave me ( Read more... )

Dear Future Husband ( Read more... )

I thought of making a "5 Reasons Why I Am Better Than You" entry to address a recent anonymous commenter on this blog, but I decided otherwise. Because although I believe that I am really a better person than him/her, it would not help that person's cause by writing about it. More so, I feel it would encourage his/her corrupted way of thinking ( Read more... )

Dear Mama,

Do you know that today is JR's birthday? I am sure that in your part of heaven, you are celebrating him and his 24th year on this earth. I am sure, too, that you are telling everyone there about how you loved this boy: you called him your favorite son-in-law, if ever you had one; His grandmother would have been proud ( Read more... )

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