I think the dew is off the flower.

This is a real thing my gorgeous best friend said to me two nights ago when she discovered a line near the corner of her eye that she swears didn’t used to be there.

Please, I told her. I’ve named the wrinkle on my forehead after the person I know gave it to me. I say “good morning” to it.

The truth is that both of us look fine. Sure, the passage of years means that we’ve changed, but she is still beautiful and here’s some proof: whenever my ex-whatever used to hear me say her name, he’d state happily, “That’s the one I like.” He said it every time – and he never really liked too many people and, well, let’s just say that he’s slightly more critical of aesthetics than Anna Wintour, so I think it’s safe to say that yes, my best friend is very pretty. Anyway, that night – after laughing hysterically over her dewy flower comment – we started talking about the … Continue reading →

I’ve always been kind of fascinated by the idea of time travel, but only in a theoretical and romantic kind of way because the actual science behind it makes my head hurt. I’m guessing it all started with wishing it were me getting into that DeLorean with Michael J. Fox, but then it progressed into an idea that I started to associate with second chances and who doesn’t crave a few dozen of those? I know exactly the moments I’d return to and in some I’d say something different and in some I wouldn’t say anything at all. Without question, all of my elective time traveling would involve me going back to the past and not hurtling forward into the future. When it comes to the future, I just figure that I’ll get there eventually.

It’s probably regret mixed with the understanding that comes from retrospect that makes me daydream about getting a redo, another life, like I’m Mario trying to save the Princess. (Fun fact: when I was in the 9th grade, I could … Continue reading →