In an effort to force myself to write on more topics than just those that appeal to my own sense of melodrama, I’ve signed myself up for Project Reverb. So for better or worse, off we go. 

Where did you start 2014? 

A room full of people. It was a party, one of the first where I felt I belonged. Nothing extravagant, just a group united by food and drink and a desire to mark the passing of time together. There was pink moscato in plastic wine glasses over discussions of malbec. Lukewarm pizza that was still just right. The unexpected but familiar anticlimax of the ball dropping.

But mostly I remember snatches of conversations, like flipping through an old book and glimpsing the underlinings and highlights. There were promises and reminiscings. New starts with kindred spirits. The comforts of conversation with old friends, where even the unspoken things are heard. But the reason I remember, the reason the words are inked into the evening, is because those who said them are still in my life, and that has made all the difference.


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