There are a few musicians who always speak to me. I’ve already mentioned Deb Talan (loads of times, I’m sure), but another one who moves me is William Fitzsimons. Tonight he was in Denver and I took my new Musician Friend, whom we’ll call North. I was happy in a way that I’m not normally [...]
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“When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.” -Elizabeth Gilbert [...]
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I realized recently just how alone I’ve been feeling. David is so far away and I think about calling him all the time. And Emily moved to Chicago and has been out of range all month doing various outdoorsy things before settling in out there. And, of course, there’s the fact that Peter Pan’s gone. [...]
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This is a truth about me: I can write you away. I’ve had to do this twice now and it is the most effective method of release that I have ever realized. Normally, I can cry and beg and scream and plead with the universe for solace, but none comes. Writing, though, committing someone to [...]
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We had our first double date the other night and it was a pleasant surprise. Wit? Check. Humor? Check. Bowling ridiculously low scores? Check for Hayley and I. The highlight of the night, for me, was when a kid came by selling candy. The boys bought some and gave the kid 10 cents more than [...]
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Something a little more real for you. Originally pieces of a letter to my bestest best friend David: I’m on my way back from New York City. I took three vacation days to come out here, to stay with MV, to change the scenery. Maybe I thought it would make me happy. Maybe I thought [...]
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“Which is a loss that is hard to describe because it feels like death without the closure: no funeral, no sweet aunts to send you cards, just friends gathering ’round to say ‘that sucks.’” -Brianna Crowley
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When we were together, Peter Pan and I never had a song. In fact, I’ve never had a song with anyone. But that’s beside the point. The point: we never had a song. But after, after the time that I could have called us “us,” after the thimble days are no longer, after things that [...]
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Last weekend, over the Thimble Day that marks out fourth monthiversarie, Peter Pan and I drove down to Santa Fe, New Mexico (not to be confused with Texas, which is where my mother seems to believe that Santa Fe is). Down 6 1/2 hours on Friday night and back up 6 1/2 hours on Monday [...]
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Thimble Day, January, 2009. Peter Pan was working in my dining cozy and I was reading Harry Potter for the second time, with my legs propped on his knees. It was a comfortable sort of day. For me, one of the first in a long time where I had nothing to do except read and [...]
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