Relationships

My family has a long tradition of creating handmade gifts for each other.

Dear Man with the Matches, 

Do you remember seeing a gaggle of college kids making their way down the street late one night?

Who were our parents as children? What were their hopes, dreams and desires? What did they have to give up in order to become adults? What parts of them slowly faded into distant memory, slipping away with each new second, minute, month, or milestone? 

Dearest,

I watched from the top of the staircase tonight as you gripped the railing on the way down, knuckles white and still bony from the years you let me hold them. 

My camera roll is a time capsule that launches my brain back to a specific space.

Hush little baby don’t you cry

To my friends, 

You are the pieces of my puzzle that make me whole. This is for you :)    

Every sound wave is a pattern. 

Every sound wave has its own frequency, a wavelength recreated over and over again. 

Let's do a little exercise. Think of the attributes women often list when talking about the guys she’s dating or has just started talking to. How does she describe him?

It fills my body 
Fills my body so full of light 
I am almost bursting at the seams with 
Joy so infectious I cannot avoid it if I wanted to