I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.

My dad is a retired Shakespeare professor, my mother a retired classicist. Suffice to say I grew up in a house full of books, where reading was encouraged if not required.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I'd been having, which I couldn't remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.

It’s funny how one summer can change everything.

Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.