“I think I just met the happiest person in the world,” she said breathlessly as she burst through the side door of their tiny condo. Her boyfriend, Nate smirked as she unburdened herself of the seven reusable store bags that she had hooked over both shoulders. She hated making multiple trips from the car.

“Well… who is this happiest person in the world?” Nate asked, as he began the process of unl...

Piles of odds and ends still waiting to be boxed up dotted the floor of her bedroom. She had lost steam about an hour ago, but they had to be on the road by noon, so she pressed on. Her packing was getting increasingly haphazard—toiletries were tossed into the crevices of jammed crates, and the other dorm necessities pushed into the remaining empty spots. She sat down on a clear corner of her bed ...

She couldn’t remember a time

When time was hers.

Duty, guilt, and passivity-

The trifecta of moment-stealers,

Drained the hours from her days.

The lovely distractions of marriage and children made her forget

What she used to want.

And she lived as the years passed by-

It’s not that she didn’t.

But she gifted the hours to those she loved

Doing things she didn’t love.

She abided the days pursuing th...