I. Every town is all the same when you've left your heart in the Portland Rain

By the time I walked inside it was too late. I was clutching flannel shirts that I thought would fit him & new curtains for the upstairs bathroom. By the time I sat down to write this it must have been even later than that. I realize they all get bunched up every man that ( Read more... )

It is that time again. The time where I need to change myself on the outside too. Where nothing is enough. I'll tell it to you straight. I have mounds of dark hair on my head. It is thick. It is wavy because about eight months ago I begged desperately for a perm. It's been brown for years now. For a while reddish. For a while those golden highlites ( Read more... )