R. WrightI play the pianoI’m sure there’s some rule about writing and journaling by hand.Nov 14Nov 14
R. WrightGoodbye can sound like a lieGoodbye seldom sounds like farewell — it’s like a password to a lonely hell.Nov 4, 2021Nov 4, 2021
R. WrightWhen the weight of the world’s gone wrongI wonder when Atlas said the weight of the world was too much. I wonder if his shoulders hurt, or if it was his knees first. Was it his…Apr 30, 2021Apr 30, 2021
R. WrightThis isn’t about you.Let me start off by saying: this isn’t about you. It isn’t for you. It’s for me. It’s about me. It’s because sometimes I have to scream…Apr 30, 2021Apr 30, 2021
R. WrightThere is a Monster Under My BedThere’s a monster that’s under my bed.Feb 12, 2020Feb 12, 2020
R. WrightWhen Did We Stop Being the Nice Girls?I realized, moments after making a judgemental comment about a brand, that a coworker was wearing exactly that brand.Jan 11, 2020Jan 11, 2020
