The Poem
On a Thursday, I found myself writing about a Wednesday. It was a special kind of Wednesday, one where we bid my son’s two front teeth farewell. The following evening, I found myself in bed writing a poem to those two teeth– “like soldiers at the gates” — and feeling the gentle fall of tears.…
Existentialism Parenting
On this late morning to myself, I was ready to switch back to 20something Bre in a coffee shop – a place where I would find myself over and over again throughout my twenties. Hours upon hours were spent writing, studying, musing, and drinking a really lovely latte from a Chicago coffee shop. I loved…
A Frog In Boots
I think I have been online since I was about twelve. It felt like I logged on when the internet was truly coming alive: MSN chatrooms, clunky websites, AIM messenger, and lest we forget, the music download sites that would inevitably crash the family computer. I have always been drawn to logging my thoughts online…
wondering. 