
As I skim through the photos in the iCloud sharing folder of the annual family trip to Jamaica, I can’t help but ask myself, where the hell did my 20s go? Continue reading SACRIFICE

As I skim through the photos in the iCloud sharing folder of the annual family trip to Jamaica, I can’t help but ask myself, where the hell did my 20s go? Continue reading SACRIFICE
I walked into a local bakery Friday afternoon after supporting my friend at her father’s funeral. I notice something familiar that brought me back to childhood. Every time I see it, I think of you. Wasn’t hungry enough to eat it right then and there but sure that I’d have it for breakfast one of these upcoming mornings.
I’m starting this post from my desk, even through the mounds of work that I need to complete. I would’ve started this on the train in to work if my ex-boyfriend had realized that I was insinuating that I wanted the $200 Ipad mini for my birthday last year, but his gift was something I wanted and appreciated. But I needed to at least ensure that I got everything in my head down before I forgot what I wanted to write.