I don't normally do this, sit down and write without a purpose in mind. But today, I felt like I needed to. Last week, the world lost a funny, witty, talented, courageous, and all-around amazing author, and though I never met Terry Pratchett personally, I'm going to go ahead and assume, based on what I've … Continue reading Thoughts on Terry Pratchett
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Digging through Memories
I've been thinking a lot about memories lately. Not only how they're formed, but what triggers them. How much time needs to pass before a moment in time becomes a memory? I suppose the literal answer is a moment. But I disagree. Some things need time. Snuggled up within the past, or perhaps hidden, hoping … Continue reading Digging through Memories
We were so different
She was eight years older than me. A gap that large creates a lot of distance between two people. We went to different schools, had different interests, and hung out with different friends. Sometimes we even lived in different houses. We were nothing alike. She was the practical one. I was the one who lived in … Continue reading We were so different
