DeborahOne DayMonday: You glanced my way. You were five tables away. By this time, you’ve been staring at your computer screen for 5 hours already. You…Aug 15, 2016Aug 15, 2016
DeborahDrive ByI saw you drive today. Well, virtually — but seen nonetheless. I remembered your stories of touching the wheel for the first time, stepping…Jun 7, 2016Jun 7, 2016
DeborahCheers to You, 24 YearsTo you who loves cold weather, cars, and dark mocha frappucino May the seasons of life continue to challenge youMay 17, 2016May 17, 2016
DeborahBecauseI was asked why I write: why create memories on paper or on text; why put thoughts into tangible phrases; why allow such vulnerability…Mar 22, 2016Mar 22, 2016
DeborahSeasonsI am not a season: not Winter, Spring, Summer, nor Fall. You cannot reduce me to a time frame that comes and goes, because I loved you — I…Mar 16, 2016Mar 16, 2016
DeborahNot Too SoonIt was too soon. Just for me, I guess. Time frames, feelings, labels — they seem to be all relative to the person or a circumstance. When…Mar 1, 2016Mar 1, 2016
DeborahIt’s OkayIt’s okay that you still love him; love the way he laughs, love the way he walks, love the way he says your name,Feb 22, 2016Feb 22, 2016
