May 24, 2019
Every leaf that falls knows where it's supposed to go. We are a species that focuses on the black dot on a white page. I kept thinking during this month, I should write about something fun and light, something that would make someone smile, perhaps. Pa, do you ever wonder what life would have been if we weren't a family? You never met Ma, you never had us. Because I do. I imagine for me it would largely be the same. A childhood steeped in insecurity and confusion. Teenage years, forced bravery. Always a leaf that falls, lost and mad.