Connor has a new roommate and I’m not handling it well. It’s not really a new person because it’s his childhood best friend, but it’s a new body in the apartment that I hold so close to me. I shouldn’t feel as uncomfortable as I do, I don’t even live there anymore. I am still… Continue reading apartment thirteen
summer
july fifth, twenty twentyberry picking in vermont There’s something about warmer weather that always brings me back to my childhood. The damp morning sunlight reminds me of waking up and anticipating going to camp, a place where I spent my summer vacation for seven years. I can remember waking up and rushing to find my… Continue reading summer
