The Drums in My Heart
The hairs a mess, the coffee is black, and the love for cities never ends.
Friday, July 17, 2015
process
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I haven't been able to process anything that's happened in the last two weeks. Actually, the whole summer really. Haven't h...
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
hour glass love
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Six weeks. It took less than six short weeks for me to fall in love with them. Way less actually. Now there are less than two...
Sunday, June 28, 2015
With Tears In Mind
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I was built with a foundation to feel. Parts of me were formed with tears in mind. More often than not, I cry. Don't worry, I...
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Always a Daddy's Girl
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I don't know what to thank you for more, the lessons you taught me growing up, or the patience you had to have waiting for me to actuall...
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Dear Sunday
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Dear Sunday, I rolled into your arms for the billionth time this morning, but it felt like the first time. The sunrise peeking through m...
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Food Stamp Nutrition
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Have you ever taught a group of kids about nutrition, or ...
Saturday, June 6, 2015
hidden in the margins
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making unfamiliar streets, my streets a borrowed book a porch swing with the early morning sun falling asleep next to your best...
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