Megan Rose
Bio
A dreamer with a desire to create a life of beauty and equality.
Stories (2/0)
All Jumbled Up Inside
I can’t believe I’m showing up without a date. I shuffle past the parade of international nannies. Their fluttering accents tickle the air as they wrangle four year olds dressed like middle-aged Eddie Bauer mannequins. Next, I pass the runners. First, the actual runners listening to curated “pump it up” playlists and avoiding eye contact as they zip by, followed by the runners who don’t run at all. These are the gals that wear yoga pants and sip high calorie frappuccinos while sharing this week’s dating mishaps. Rushing past the Lululemon clad crew and under the stone bridge, I wish I had more time to eavesdrop on the menial, but highly entertaining, exchanges. Rounding the bend, I pass the grassy knoll, my favorite spot in Central Park. This is where young lovers on blankets soak each other in. Hailing from small towns in Michigan or Vermont, chasing their destinies of singing on Broadway or being the next big stand up comedian, this is their first big city love.
By Megan Rose3 years ago in Humans
Dear Karla Jamaica
Dear Karla Jamaica, This is a letter to thank and celebrate you. Over the last five years our friendship and collaboration have encouraged me in a way that you may not know. When I think of you the words that come to mind are strength and grace. It’s as if you carry the world with you, but let it flow through you in a way that includes you but does not weigh you down.
By Megan Rose3 years ago in Humans