Friends and Neighbors and Strange Relations
Stephen Mejias
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The Only Ordinary Thing in Life
It seems that the only ordinary thing in life is that we overlook the little wonders around us.
—Marcel">http://www.marcelwanders.com/">Marcel Wanders
—Marcel">http://www.marcelwanders.com/">Marcel Wanders
The Best Endeavor
She nodded her head yes and lied when I asked her if she was alright. Her brown eyes blinked a song in perfect time to keep from letting loose tears. My lovely friend was sad.
From Bright Eyes to Sibelius
We don’t get together as often as we’d like.
The Thoughts of All Men in All Ages and Lands
In the conference room, where I have lunch each day with two of my favorite people in the world (I am very lucky), I found myself tapping my fingers in constant rhythm against the long, veneered table. Why was I doing this?
With Loss for Words and Bloodrush and Heartstop
Melissa is safe inside now. I just walked her home.
Confusion Becomes a Philosophy
Lisa">http://www.lisawhiteman.com/">Lisa Whiteman keeps a blog. I discovered it on May 12, 2003, and I have enjoyed it everyday since. How many days is that?
That Brennan Guy
I received a voicemail from Eileen on Friday night, which said something like: "You missed my phone call again, and I’m here with Sean and Omar and Allison and Justin and Lauren and Scott and Cheryn, and we’re all waiting for you, and you’re lame."
Missing My Friends, The Black Hollies, Playing Live at Maxwell’s Because I’d Rather Stay Home on a Friday Night and Listen to Smog and Listen to Diane Cluck and Listen to
I just want to sit here and be alone and think of her and drink Brooklyn Lager and listen to music and feel the cool new autumn wind blow through my open window—as soft and as right as her hand pressing mine—and forgive me, please friends, forgive me, but I’m tired and I’m happy and is there anything so wrong with that really?