Posts in "Conversations"

This Is My Exit

I think I’m about done with dating. I thought you’d want to know seeing as how it might affect you at some point. I mean, how am I supposed to meet you if I’m not dating? My writer mind immediately writes one hundred stories in response to that question. I try to ignore them. Micah… Continue reading

Love Is More Thicker Than Forget

“I feel like I’ve met you before.” The feelings I was experiencing were inconsistent with knowing someone for less than twenty-four hours. “You have,” he responded, “Don’t you remember? St. Andrew’s Church. 1942. You said you would write to me.” His eyes were twinkling and I felt a tiny panic inside. Was he serious? Did… Continue reading

Good Morning, Love

Good Morning, Love… I’m thinking about you while I sit at the kitchen table eating my gummy vitamins, drinking Emergen-C from my “That Shit You Wrote Is Beautiful” mug, and listening to Ryne singing about his love being on her way. Btws, she got to him. I just saw on Instagram he got engaged the… Continue reading

Good Southern Men

“Good Southern men are slow movers,” Jason said between drinks of his miso soup. We were sitting in a hole-in-the-wall sushi restaurant reputed to be one of Nashville’s best. A drunken tourist behind us interrupted loudly to ask the table across the way what their thoughts were on Broadway. “Should it be DONE?” The visible… Continue reading

Love Experiment #57: Hit Me With Your Best Shot

This is a part of a series of letters I write to my one day great love. Yep. I’m that earnest. You are too. That’s why you’re reading this. <3 Darling man, This morning I wish I could reach over and and tangle my leg with yours, feeling your warmth while I write these words…. Continue reading

Welcome to Pleasantville…

I’m soaking up the sunlight glittering through the twelve windows in the room we’ve unimaginatively named “The Sunroom.” The birds are hollering back and forth as the wind sends crisp brown and golden leaves to cover the still green grass right outside the sliding glass doors. The same breeze is also gently nudging the rope… Continue reading

Deep Lines: An Almost Love Story

Deep lines echoed out from the corners of his eyes. They reflected the sea only a moment’s walk from where we sat; a reminder that this was a place where smiles formed daily. He sat sipping his steaming coffee while a massive dog lumbered nearby, making a nest about his knees. Wearing shorts, a polo,… Continue reading

Don’t Let Me Down

I don’t know when showing up became so important to me. I watch your lips moving I see the words taking shape But love’s like a language I cannot translate I can’t afford to be careless And let you in I turn my head for one minute And lose everything Maybe it was Bedlam that… Continue reading

The Lion, the Key, and the Light

“Today is the first day of Diwali,” my texts to the two of them read. It was last Wednesday and I was on my way to the airport. “It’s a Festival of Lights which celebrates light overcoming darkness and divine overcoming demonic and it begins today.” In a few hours, I would get off the… Continue reading

The Revelation of You

Tinder is probably not the best response to your therapist telling you, “Melissa, you need to learn how to small talk.” It was early January of this year and we were discussing my need to invite intimacy into my relationships in a slower fashion, when she had pointed out that I was not very skilled… Continue reading