What It's About

April 4th 2015 –The endless towers of laundry my Mother and brother concord when I was ill.

April 3rd 2015 – The deviously large Reese's cup my mother brought to me when she came to take care of me over the weekend.

April 2nd 2015 –The shy block of wood that Teal handed to me as we were waiting for class to start 30 minuets late.

April 1st 2015 – Jeanette’s startled keys that she instantly grabbed on the way to cart me to emergency room when my chest was hurting way too bad to be normal.

Match 31st 2015 – The graceful little yellow flower that crossed my path on my way to the most terrible critical theory class during the day that I single handedly made one of the worst in my life.

January 7th 2015 – The bashfully bitter bottles of beer Jerry and my dad bonding over while I splashed in the waves of Progresso with my sisters.

October 16th 2014 – The kitschiest My Little Pony mug with pink glitter that Ian gave me after he heard about me crying during my second critique.

November 5th 2014 –The tired partly burnt bar rat of a post card of nothing important I discovered in my mailbox from Kelsey that traveled 1,292 miles tell me I was missed.

July 26th 2014 – The abandoned braided leather ankle bracelet I found buried at our Nelsons Ledges campsite last summer that sparks fond memories of endless LSD days, drinking flavored vodka water, and diving into the quarry half clothed.

June 12th 2014 – The welcoming tiny green sparkly flower hair band that little Kadence slipped around my wrist on the second week of day camp.

May 10th 2014 – The far too precise candid photo my brother shot of me during my graduation from Kent State University.

March 7th 2014 –The confident rainbow fishtail rubber band bracelet Chelsea had made for me on my last day of student teaching at Barberton High School.

July 19th 2013 –The supportive Burt's Bees chap stick I gave to my mom for her extremely dry lips after she had woken up from her coma.

June 3rd 2013 –The remorseful stiff metal chair I stood on in order to be eye to eye with the love of my life while we got through our first argument.

October 12th 2012 –The curious video of my “perfect” insides that the doctor had given me after I woke up to experience dry hands for the first time in my life.

July 8th 2012 –The flawless pink and black painted Smith Corona typewriter my dad had specially made for just for me, reminding me that I will always be his little girl.

August 17th 2001 –The oh so precious golden necklace that spells my name in Arabic with two gold doves holding it up that my Siido had selected for just for me; he always wanted my free spirit to fly.