In this suburban California town
You can smell the cows
From the dairy down the road.

And you’ll drive past the baseball field
From the Minor leagues
And the hookup spots in between
The levy and the lake
It used to be so much fuller then

Up the winding mountain road,
I swear, I can’t go back
To 16, and the way I felt
When I almost tipped…read more

Losing and Choosing a Sister

The grass isn’t greener
On this side of the fence
It’s dry and crunchy
When you take a step
Life over here is
Nowhere close, to perfect

But we’ve got lawn chairs
And the blender works great
Tiny umbrellas in our drinks
We have good music and
Morbid jokes
We have each other
When you don’t

One day the…read more