We met, a unit. Things progressed. New challenges, fewer meetings, simple distractions…
Read MoreI hugged her goodbye and left for the train station. It’s been a year since and that was the last hug I would get from her…
Read MoreI’m sorry. I’ll miss you terribly. You look at me hurt…
Read MoreWhile waiting for information about her funeral, I found out it was already taking place and I would miss it…
Read MoreI never thought that this change I loved so much would betray me. When my dad started talking, tears ran down my face as I soaked in his words and tried to make sense of what he was saying. We were leaving Peru in three days. No one in Peru knew we were leaving...
Read MoreIt feels like I have spent my lifetime perfecting the art of goodbye...
Read MoreOur lives were never consistent, but his temper was.
Read MoreMoving away is an emotional process regardless of how close or far you’re heading. Take in all the emotions as they come. Feel like crying? Let the floods of tears come. Feel like laughing? Go for it!
Read MoreI met J in the flesh on a very cold January day in New York City. We were at the big Barnes & Noble in Times Square. I was only seventeen. I gave her my copy of Haruki Murakami’s South of the Border, West of the Sun as a first-meeting gift...
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