Stolen moments Seconds, minutes Lazy mornings You scoot closer We share the pillow Noses touching Eyes lock No kisses, please Your morning breath I cannot stand Idle stretching Dreams remembered Ticking clock Too soon Reality beckons

Revisions. Edits. Always revising. Always splicing. Is anything ever really finished?

I may have been called a "Shoe Whore" once or twice. There are currently a good twenty pairs of sneakers by my front door, all clamoring to be worn. Some of these shoes may be more loved than others, but they are all loved, and they have all had grand...

This is the fourth time since school began in late September that I have been sick. And I'm not talking the "I have a bit of a cough/the sniffles" sick. I'm talking about full-on, don't leave the house sick. This time I have some sort of flu. It...

RedBull cans of all sizes litter the apartment. Papers of detailed instructions and examples encompass the desk and surrounding furniture, looking like shrapnel from an explosion of informaion. Checklists and grading charts are taped to the wall for...