Things We Forget

A subscription service that mails people one forgotten household item each month.

I wore the same silver ring every day. It slipped off when I was treading water over my head in a lake.

I slept with a stuffed bear missing one eye. It ended up in a donation box by mistake.

My first journal held crooked handwriting and secrets. I lost it during a move and still miss it.

I carried a frayed blue blanket everywhere. It thinned with each wash until it became rags, then vanished.

I was incredibly attached to my “Lamby,” or, my stuffed lamb. She wore green overalls. She is sitting at my parent’s house right now.

To spread the fact that using the word, “bitch” perpetuates a culture which harms women.

My mission is to recognize my schemas.

My mission is to live and let live, to help others, and to remember that I will die.

My mission is to stay awake to my life.