Early in 2010, I had a conversation with my awesome friend Millie that went approximately as follows: Me: My life sucks. Millie: Wait, I know why! Me: Because I’m a fuckup? Millie: No, your Saturn Return is coming! Me: WUT. At which point sane, sensible Millie demanded my birthdate and birthplace, wandered off to do some unknown calculations, and informed me that I was currently IN it. August ’09 to November ’10, evidently. I do not believe in such things. But here was this concept, this perfect concept, being handed to me. Just after I had begun turning my life… [Read More]

We started out on parallel paths, me a few steps behind you. The terrain was rocky, but quite charming. And we had each other for encouragement, you to reassure me that the path continued on, me to remind you to keep going forward. Even as the paths began to diverge, we were still within view, still close enough to shout across, still feeling the comfort of a shared experience. Then one day, my path turned sharply to the left, and as I looked across the growing distance, I could see that yours had veered to the right. You were a… [Read More]

A restaurant. I wasn’t eating. She slipped, and he reached out to steady her. Logic told me that he was there to see me. Intuition told me that he’d rather it be her. I was correct. A coffee shop. I shivered. It was cold, that was all it was. He placed his hands over mine. A restaurant. I couldn’t eat, but I could drink. Four days until I might lose him, unless the most tentative of plans worked out. Somehow, they did. Somehow, it didn’t matter. A restaurant. I looked him over awkwardly. I told myself no. I just wanted… [Read More]