When I used to give people directions to our house, I would tell them to look for the skinny blue house with bright purple shutters. And purple foundation. And purple doors. And purple eaves. And purple everything.
It was fall of 1999 when Lara and I moved to Texas. We were twenty-two and we packed up her old-but-reliable car. Loading and overflowing the trunk and backseat with our vital and unnecessary crap. This is Lara. Lara and I have known each other since we were thirteen. In some ways, we haven’t changed […]