I’ve changed a lot over the years. I used to think that when you loved someone it meant that their fears took precedence over your own. And that you should do anything to keep from hurting them.
I still have an old journal from my first semester at college (1999). It has a fabric yellow cover, » Read more
“Ugh, the ladies’ room smells HORRIBLE.”
She’s standing outside my office door, interrupting my concentration.
Once I’ve registered what she said and that it’s not related to a job task, I resume planning on projects.
“REALLY gross,” she repeats.
I figure she’s doing some kind of performance for my office neighbors. » Read more