but loving him was red.

Let's play a little game.  I'll say a word and you say the first word that comes to your mind. Ready... RED. Now some of you may say words such as "apple", "wine", or "shoes". Others may say "roses", "hearts" or "lipsticks". Me, and Taylor Swift, we would say "Love".  Love is Red.  Red is Love.  Love … Continue reading but loving him was red.

and i can’t remember life before his name.

No, it was perfect because finally, here he was. The guy who wouldn't let me get away with anything. I always thought of that as the moment you can into focus. Like, "Oh, there you were." Life has been busy for me.  Between internship and grad school, there's been homework and babysitting.  But despite the … Continue reading and i can’t remember life before his name.

40 days and 40 nights later…

As I vowed in a previous post, http://livelovelearnbreathe.com/2012/02/23/40-days-and-40-nights/, my Lenten promise was to give up all contact with the man known as Cleveland.  To be fair, I did break that pact, but only once.  (Sorry, Jesus.)  And in my defense, the communication that I did have was a very short and innocent text that, at the time, I … Continue reading 40 days and 40 nights later…

what are you so afraid of? why are you feeling scared? what’s the worst that’s gonna happen?

"Sadness be gone, let's be people who deserve to be loved, who are worthy, cause we are worthy." ~ Annie in Happythankyoumoreplease We talk about it.  We think about it. We over think (about) it.  We dream about it. We listen to songs about it; while others sing those songs about it.  Some of us choose to write … Continue reading what are you so afraid of? why are you feeling scared? what’s the worst that’s gonna happen?

it’s not always fireworks and shooting stars; sometimes it’s a simple spark within that whispers, ‘you’re on your way’.

As fireworks lit up the Chicago skyline on Monday night, I laid in my bed falling asleep to the sounds of my city as memories began flashing through my mind.  Alone in my apartment for the first time in ten nights, the booms from the finale reminded me that another Fourth of July had passed- and somehow it was … Continue reading it’s not always fireworks and shooting stars; sometimes it’s a simple spark within that whispers, ‘you’re on your way’.