Dear Leaving, I don’t want you to go. When I wake up, you’ll be gone. I’ll cry over the pot of coffee because you won’t be here to drink a cup of dark roast. I’ll miss you. I love you. Do you have to go? Love, Crying. Dear Crying, Saying goodbye is all about the [...]
She looked at me, tears welling up to the brim, about to overflow, and she said, "I just want to go home, but I can't get back there." "Well, where is home?" I asked. "New England," she said, her eyes gleaming with delight at just the name of this magical land. "I still call it [...]
