Dear Baby

At this point in my life, you are nonexistent. I can’t say that I don’t think about you, because that would be a lie. I can’t say that I haven’t thought about you for years, either, because that would also be a lie. I’ve thought about you before it was even physically possible to have you.

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Right Now

It’s Saturday night, and I’m writing from my mom’s kitchen while Caitlyn and Heinrich watch Rent in the living room. I’m watching them while Mom and Chris are at a freestyle concert with some friends of theirs. I’m typing this out with pretty blue nails, I’ve got a healing ear from a very recent piercing, and I’m still starstruck from having seen Lorde last night. 

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