Kristin Kreuk Instagram – It’s a day I don’t celebrate but appreciate that many others do. I hope you are all loving each other and yourselves in ways that help you grow, feel cozy, break your heart (and mend it), make you brave, and allow you to hide when necessary. My cats and I present your feed with pink and red pictures of us along with poetry by the brilliant Eve Ewing. Origin Story(by Eve Ewing from her book “Electric Arches”) “This is true: my mother and my father met at the Grevhound bus station in the mid-eighties in Chicago. my mother, all thick glass and afro puff, came west on the train when she was nineteen, lived in a friend’s house and cared for her children, played tambourine in a Chaka Khan cover band. my’father, all sleeveless and soft eye, ran away from home when he was seventeen, mimeographed communist newspapers and drew comic books like this one, for sale. one dollar. my mother bought one. love is like a comic book. it’s fragile and the best we can do is protect it in whatever clumsy ways we can: plastic and cardboard, dark rooms and boxes. in this way, something never meant to last might find its way to another decade, another home, an attic, a basement, intact. love is paper. and if my parents’ love was a comic book, it never saw polyvinyl, never felt a backing. it was curled into a back pocket for a day at the park, lent to a friend, read under covers, reread hanging upside down over the back of the couch, memorized, mishandled, worm thin, staples rusted. a love like that doesn’t last but it has a good ending.” -Eve Ewing Photo of me by @theportraitsessions