she swallowed her first one, and her second one mysteriously disappeared from the counter. they were the tiniest things. i wanted to keep them forever.
@ salt and straw. we just happened to be there for a tasting, and they were short on tasters. we volunteered.
my daughter needs a psychiatrist and that's okay.
our new rolls royce of a dog, hattie.
ms. anderson asked her what she did over the weekend.
she and i,
oceanside.
sidewalk leaf tattoos.
i went away for a solo weekend and my dad followed me all the way to olympia. i was happy to see the snow.
still friends, all these years later. we had bad pho and played skee-ball.
i looked at paper cuts without hurrying.
i like to put messages on things.
my daughter needs another psychiatrist.
the sun does show up every little once in a while.
