A bit of an ode to my favorite season as it takes its last breaths.
Stun her with a bracelet or a monogramed jewelry box or a purse or, you know, let her cry without asking if she’s taken her medication or if she’s on her period.
Because of my eyes, because of Marlo’s eyes, because of the ocean, because of the sky.
Spring is just six days away. I’m not excited at all.
Ok, I take it back. If there were a superhero whose outfit was a yellow sweater dress…