favorite people… cartwheels… words… food…
Certain things repair everything. I was conversing with a favorite person the other day about my recent gloomy days. I told her I'd been writing a lot and she asked, "Are you enjoying it?" My immediate reply: "No." This bothered me for some time after. Like when you eat something sweet and can't get to a toothbrush quick enough. I made me feel temporarily rotten. I love writing. It's why I have this page. It's who I am as a person. There should...