words are my habit.
it’s 6:55 am.
i’ve been up for about an hour.
i’ve been reading through Paul’s writings for a class.
now i want to linger a while and write and write and write because i promised God that i’d write more once i got this laptop.
but there’s always some excuse like fatigue or the intensity of summer intensives. but i need to write whether i write lyrics or prose.
so that’s what the next 10 minutes will be used for. just 10. just 10. i promise.
I’m that person who looks around O’Hare wondering who I know because there must be someone; the world isn’t that big, right? If I could page the entire airport, I would. “Hi folks. My name is Michaela Lawrence Jeffery. At least one of you knows me. Meet me in the F gates.” Twice. Twice I’ve […]
The event in this early stage of an essay took place several years ago. One day I’ll finish the essay. The heaviness I felt that afternoon is one I may not forget. So much, perhaps even everything, felt impossible. I’m not sure why I decided to go to a craft store. Did I believe I’d […]
The writing gurus say not to write about the pain when it is fresh. By that they do not mean not to write about it at all, but not to share it just yet when your skin is still hot, when your brain is still hot. Don’t share it when you’re still on fire. I’ve […]
a laptop you say?
yeehaw!
a laptop you say?
yeehaw!
a laptop you say?
yeehaw!
a laptop you say?
yeehaw!
a laptop you say?
yeehaw!
a laptop you say?
yeehaw!