This actually started as a comment to my good friend, Hannah's, latest post (check out her blog, her photographs are beautiful and incredibly interesting), but as I kept typing, I figured I'd just post it here instead of leaving an essay in her comments. Hannah is French. She lives in Paris, although she's currently in … Continue reading But why
Tag: grief
I don’t know.
I haven’t written in this blog in a long time. And until just a few moments ago, I couldn't really tell you why. Being busy, not feeling “inspired,” or not having anything to share are not really accurate excuses. I think it’s because I've been hiding. I didn't know I was hiding, not at first. … Continue reading I don’t know.
Be an Adult.
I've been formulating this post in my head over the past few days, and I feel it's only fitting to write and post it now, on the 27th anniversary of my birth. There's a lot in the news lately, but I'm going to resist writing about that, (there are plenty of articles out there that … Continue reading Be an Adult.
He was a friend of mine.
Several wonderful, lovely, supportive friends of mine have told me that I should write a blog. I have been very hesitant about doing so, as I am very aware of just how many people have blogs and how narcissistic it seems for me to start one - especially when that blog has no set focus or … Continue reading He was a friend of mine.
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