The half-written poem. The half read book. The song left on pause. The bed rumpled on one side. The violin lessons started. The fall recital held but never the spring. A list of things begun and left undone. A list... Continue Reading →
I hate that your last images of me Were of me at my worst. I hope you remember me at my best. The way I was, Before the disappointment.
There's always a critic. Someone who feels obliged to share with you, How you don't measure up to The glorious ones who came before you. There's always a critic. Someone heckling from the safety of their seat. Just remember. They... Continue Reading →