Category: The Girl

This is Twelve

I really want you to come on my class trip and spend the day with me and meet my teachers and my friends. Oh my god, please don’t talk to me or any of my friends—you are so embarrassing and for the love of all things holy please stop singing…

Something About Apples Falling Close To Trees…

We have many friends. And those friends have many children. And most of those children have A THING, and it’s usually just one. One passion, one love, one thing that drives them. Competitive dance, ice skating, rep hockey, speed skating, swim team, little league, piano. Sometimes it takes a while…

15

Fifteen years ago today I could not even legally drink. I was 19-years-old. I was young and in love. I was swept up in a very romantic story. I had little girl dreams of a white dress and then, of course, a white-picket fence. I didn’t care that we were…