31 march

lisa

scatterbrained. rushed. toomanythingstodo. but then amid the chaos there is the perfect stack. just waiting for me. no time limit. no pressure.

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molly i.

there was no height high enough; no voice too loud. no space could be shared. then a counterbalance: french toast.
 

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tracy

i know it is yet another thing on my plate. but i didn't want to say no. i'm excited by the possibilities.

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eren

i burned the brownies and went to open the window and saw beauty in the smoke.

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molly

today, walking to the mailbox felt like an accomplishment.