in the bottom of my wardrobe lies a pair of ballet flats that still contain Santa Barbara beach sand from three years ago for reasons in no way related to Santa Barbara or love of the ocean

song of the south

I think back on the backwards behaviors I witnessed growing up. The hateful tendencies modeled for me, with a blessed few exceptions that glisten with rarity. I cannot blame people who were and remain too ignorant to conduct themselves any differently, but I will never forget. To forget is to fall victim to the past. […]