life as a sadie

Hello! I have moved myself over to sub stack. You can find me here (entirely free of course). I love this blog, it's an online chronicl...

I do not write you love poems. I don't know why, except the words that come never seem to fit. I do know that you tucked my hair behind ...

oh Junebug, please take your time with this there is no rush big brown eyes and purple glasses and no opinion on your hair dances and origin...

I don't think about it much anymore,  but I used to. There was the year I worried it sick. I cried at parties and after parties and on d...

you could be fully present really there as much as you've ever been and still it goes. that they don't keep is nothing new. your par...

I like to take my little girl to the mountains  because it reminds me how little she is and how little I am that we are both so little toget...

walking at dusk in this little town the dog days finally over but their memory is all over me the snow cone stand is gone the one we sat at ...

you are sleeping upstairs with your spinning star light lullabies playing on a never ending loop your head thrown back and your mouth wide o...