This is why we age, yes? To disguise ourselves from the past and the folks we've left behind. To relearn (like broken records) what love means. To let go the balloons, fill new ones with air, lungs permitting.
Posted by GIRL'S GONE CHILD | Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Twas a little nostalgic last night - birthdays will do that to a girl - so I decided to go through some very old emails from way back when. Bad idea. Very bad. Too many jagged-eyed, stained-sheeted ghosts. Twas a tangle of a mess in my belly and I'm hideous at knots. There are so many things one forgets she has forgotten.