Some days you’re 19 and forget who you are.
You remember to pick up the dry cleaning, yet you’ve forgotten where your eyes are on your face. You’re worried you don’t have thoughts on God or politics and don’t make for an interesting person. All you’ve got is a talent you try too hard to tame.

Some days you’re 19 and forget what you lived for.

why you didn't "lose" your virginity


Search parties are for objects that have been lost and need to be found again, like missing dogs that could easily have been run over by a car, or a toddler’s favorite rattle, or the key to the garage, or a treasured old letter from one grandparent to another, and so on. They’re something to be…