It doesn’t happen often but my heart is writing from a happy place.
In the midst of all the messiness, I am always trying to remember with kindness and the deep love I once felt for you.
I really don’t know what it is about writer men but it seems they’re always the only kind, my heart pays close attention to.
I am still writing about you in the present tense.
This is a blog post about my crazy dance with death. It’s also a blog post about finding a way to unlearn all the steps.