friends say the words your heart says, but the difference is you like the sound of your friends’ voices better than your own.

Me: "I feel like I can be myself." Julie: "That's how you should always feel." For those of you who don't yet know her, Meet Julie.  The beautiful friend I made during my freshman year at Kent State and one of my dear Ohio ladies that dreams about our joint-return to Columbus...one day (maybe)- and this … Continue reading friends say the words your heart says, but the difference is you like the sound of your friends’ voices better than your own.

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drop everything now…meet me in the pouring rain…kiss me on the sidewalk…take the pain away.

Standing on the platform in Evanston waiting for the Purple Line last night after work, a chill came over me.  All I wanted was someone to put their arm around me.  Is that asking too much?  I tell you this because after having that thought, I immediately had another thought: That's not typical for me.  … Continue reading drop everything now…meet me in the pouring rain…kiss me on the sidewalk…take the pain away.

are we falling or flying?

Maybe I'm homesick?  I thought this as the possible explanation as I walked down from the children's hospital last night after volunteering, and again this morning on the way to the train station.  Why do I feel so blah?  Wasn't I just high on life last week, bouncing around the elementary school covered in paint … Continue reading are we falling or flying?

happiness: a right or a privilege?

I can pinpoint three times in my life where I was truly happy.  The first was in 7th grade, and other than being on successful basketball and soccer teams; having hot, popular boyfriends; and enjoying the company of a surplus of good friends- or so I thought at that time- I'm not really sure what else … Continue reading happiness: a right or a privilege?