When I first saw Parkland on the news it was about 6 PM and CNN said “two dead."
I sit in the slacks I never wear - the ones I am beginning to outgrow- and shift my weight and touch my pressed white blouse. The blouse is tight against my breasts, I think it is intentional. I also think it is dumb.
"Hey, can you give me a hand? My hair is stuck in my bikini."
As I prepped to go back to school this week, I thought a lot about home.
Last weekend I went to visit my old boarding school, where I attended junior high. I met with an old friend, and I wondered if any of us had changed, really changed, from who we once were.
If I have ever been in love, then I've been in love three and a half times in my life. And if I have ever been in love, then the first person I fell in love with was very suicidal.
This week I started practicing mindfulness, and experienced a little more success than I anticipated.