Secrets Keep You Safe

Sometimes, I feel like reverting to the sixteen year-old I never was.  Stealing cigarettes from my mom's boyfriend.  Playing hooky.  Kissing perfect strangers. Living the cliché of reckless abandon.  It's about that time that I reach for a pen.

When I listen to music, my fingers automatically press up against imaginary ivory keys.  I miss my piano.

My brother is the only other person I feel comfortable singing in front of.

I like a dash of cinnamon in my coffee.

Sometimes I put on lipstick even when I'm not going anywhere.

I wrote poetry before I ever wrote fiction.

Despite what I say...I actually feel if I found the right person, I'd be ready for marriage.  But not kids.  But I'd be a good mother when I am.

I don't understand those that "grow out of" concerts.

The most romantic thing a man could ever give me is my own library.  I've been swooning over Belle's since 1991.

At some point in time I want to be the girl with the tambourine.


Song of the Moment: Achin to Be - Pinhead Gunpowder (Shoot the Moon EP)

Every person has stories they keep.  Some share these with loose lips and open hearts, others keep them guarded and feel they have to be earned.  It took me a long time to figure out that being a woman means never being one or the other, but both. At all times. With the right things.


Song of the Moment: Little Light - Jets to Brazil (Four Cornered Night)