Me-ness
My father always said marriage was the toughest job you’ll ever love. Yeah he borrowed that line from peace corps but that doesn’t make it any less true. The idea that two people – fully formed – come together to make a single life is intense. the marriage itself is fired in work but the […]
“… I think that college friends are more like family than friends; They were there when you were becoming yourself. It is like you were in a store, shopping for yourself. And they stood there, helping you try on things that fit, were too tight, too loose; They watched as you found the perfect fit […]
i’m almost afraid to say the word out loud. not in any connection to me. i have friends who have been declarative – insistent that i claim an old moniker…poet. i’m more hesitant. fearful that by saying it it will blow away like ash or dandelion fluff. scattering to the wind with no way to […]
this morning was overcast and gray. the breeze bordered on wind and i threw an extra layer on as i headed out the door. it is almost june and so the gloom struck me as odd. but even odder than the atypical chill was the scent of magnolias that greeted me as i strolled to […]
it is the most difficult beauty the most durably fragile thing to be done wrapped up in youth and worn like armor despite its delicate skin. and it is the hardest conviction believing the impossible against all odds that impossibles happen against all evidence that flaws can be flawless just this once. Linnea Ashley september […]
i find pieces of myself at the strangest times. strolling between farmers’ market stalls where the season’s first batch of cherries are sweet (though not as sweet as they will be in a few weeks), or basking in the 90 degree sun on an unsuspecting sunday. i think i’m solar powered. the blazing sun speaks […]
Vulnerability is at once the safest and most dangerous of places. A revealing of interiors into the trust of some external presence can be cradling or a perilous fall. I find myself adept at maneuvering just on the cusp; able to share without necessarily revealing everything. Maybe because so few people are looking for those […]
Sometimes it starts with boredom. A forgotten book or dead battery on my ipod. Other times it is eavesdropping – a conversation at another table and I hear joss whedon spoken with the proper amount of reverence. But mostly it is something I can’t help. A compulsion or tic. I have to talk to people. […]
i was determined today. late night be damned. today i was going to class. so when i rolled out of bed later than i anticipated i didn’t let breakfast…er…lunch, or the need for it, deter me. instead i putzed around the house for a while, got dressed and headed into the surprisingly warm noon day. […]
the thing is, I’m aware of my place in the scheme of things. Not place so much as placement. It isn’t that I couldn’t move or change – only that in this instance if there were a mandate to assemble in some sort of order – I’d be fair to middling. Middling in the […]
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