how i found you

In my senior year of high school, I joined a drum line, despite the fact that I didn’t play drums.

I was a saxophonist; my friend, Jolene, played the French horn. No matter. We had rhythm, and that’s all we needed to pick up a pair of cymbals.

Jolene’s rationale behind joining: The availability of cute guys in this particular drum line. The director, Mike (who happened to be her crush of the moment). Jeremy and Joel, cuties from our school. But, more importantly, this drum line drew men from outside of our small town. Even better than local cute guys would be new cute guys from neighboring towns. Who knew what might be out there? (more…)

You were away when this happened; lost, maybe, even as I was finding you. And when I say “found you,” I don’t mean for the first time. I mean how I found that you had changed the way I understand the world. How I found that my perspective had been altered without my even trying, just by knowing you. (more…)