I’m no peasant. |
I'm no peasant, so why would I walk city streets strapped to a thin slip of foam or leather? Ew! It really amazes me how many people do serious walking in the city in flip flops or really minimal sand...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 18:44:00 GMT |
beautiful spider got lost in the wind. |
I was coming down from a natural high, in the car of someone enamored with me. He was driving me home, 3am. I had a long day: I got offered a job; I requested a salary; I am waiting to hear back. I...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 00:49:00 GMT |
More Mum |
She is hysterical and fun. More fun than me. Growing up she nick-named me Granny.I was always trying to get her to behave! She is too much fun. Being halfway around (a third maybe?) the world from ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 08:14:00 GMT |
New recipe... super protein salad |
I went into the kitchen to wash dishes and clear the counter and this is what I ended up with, a half hour later. It's amazing and can only be improved upon! Enjoy.my ingredients:1 c prepared red qu...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 17:09:00 GMT |
Mum |
Two years ago I won a Mother's Day essay contest. I was really proud, and knew she would be as well, but it's hard for me to put into words even my most blatant feelings for her. It's an e...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 23:23:00 GMT |
Im remembering |
I'm remembering this:Driftwood Travel Camp in the summer between seventh and eighth grade. All summer-long taking day trips, overnight trips, and a few week-long trips among ever-changing cliques, ar...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 12:09:00 GMT |
A yellow doctor’s office |
Why not? Why always painful grey? That room should invigorate, health is vibrant, we shouldn't dread the room with everything plastic, clear, disposable and cold. I see through my skin clearer in the...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:23:00 GMT |
Levithouse |
Mum's home is so spring-y, I'm readying my taxes at dining room table looking out to the row of birdhouses she's built and painted and hung under the porch awning. Birds are hopping around on backyar...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 12:04:00 GMT |
A poem from First grade that I never forgot. |
In first grade Mrs. Miller was my teacher. Mrs. Miller was buttoned-up and matronly with dark sheer stockings beneath dark knee-length skirt and shoes with a low (2") heel that were made of dull leat...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 23:28:00 GMT |
I Wear Rings |
I’m remembering being a kid, when it didn’t matter, and I could wear a ring on any finger I wanted to. I still feel like a kid, but now harsh reality checks come when I’m reminded...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 08:45:00 GMT |
