December 2011
2 posts
memories of presents and birthdays. since...
When my brother was 16, we, as a family, collectively forgot his birthday. Not for fun, not even as an intentional practical joke. We forgot for real. With a z. Forrealz. (Well that was gay.)
I actually didn’t mean to forget a few days prior, I was looking forward to his middle of the year celebration since it meant cake. And believe me, I liked cake. But on that very eve of his birthday, I...
let us remove the dust and cobwebs and paint the...
Because I’d like to start writing again.
:)