Finally, tonight, I realize I’m the puzzler, the painter, the artist, and the director.
Recently, perhaps due to the passing of another birthday, I’ve been thinking a lot about expiration dates. Not “the end is near!” expiration dates, but the general beginnings and endings that happen in our lives and all around us.
Are these memories real or just mental illustrations to repave the road riddled with mistakes made before?
The funny thing about siblings is that you live your whole lives (in a lot of cases) parallel to one another. It’s like 200 meter hurdles, but you don’t know when the hurdles are coming.
Your smile makes your cheeks burn and reminds you of the laughing fits from your childhood, and you don’t want it to end.
Get a dog, they said. It will be fun, they said.