Heart on My Name Tag

Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I wear my heart in bold on a name tag. I am certain no one has ever looked at me and said, “I just wonder what she’s thinking.” They already know. Sometimes I forget the ┬áproper social order of things and announce how I feel before even…

Life As a Dreamer

If I were filthy rich, I would employ a carefully selected therapist to be sitting by my bedside every single morning so that I could have a counseling session the moment I woke up. She (it would have to be a girl because I feel like a male psychologist letting himself into my apartment every…