Saturday, December 31, 2011

A New Year's Kiss

Sixteen years ago tonight I kissed a boy at the stroke of midnight, fell in love, and discovered The Beatles for the very first time. What strange worlds we construct for ourselves, and even stranger still are the choices we make about the people we invite inside. Most maddening and wonderful and magical of all are the ones we decide to keep, and who keep us in turn, even when the road turns rocky in this strange country where we are off the map and may never completely learn the other's language.
But still we try, and play some music, and shake it off, and try some more. And at the end of it all, I'll look forward to a seventeenth New Year's kiss.

A Playlist:


  1. So sweet, these memories we give ourselves...