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About Me

I stand on my tiptoes.
I've never run out of gas, but I'm always on empty.
I don't check my voicemail.
I like hot sauce on pretty much everything

Then there's the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.
It's not love we don't wish
to fall into, but that fear.
this word is not enough but it will
have to do. It's a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.

Margaret Atwood

My Interests

imperfection that speaks to me.

I'd like to meet:

I'm about to be a wife. and I'm real happy about it.

Music:

story tellers. toe tappers. 90 year old women with guitars.

Movies:

not scary ones.

Television:

brent makes me watch Extreme Makeover Home Edition. Sometimes his eyes get all teary. don't tell him I told you that. He'd deny it.

Books:

oh books. i hide them all over my room like a squirrel with acorns.

Heroes:

My papa, because he is brave and kind.
My brother, for the same reasons.

My Blog

Birdhouse.

"Butter or country cottage?" I say holding two small squares out in front of me."Whichever one you like", he replies without looking.His focus is on screwing in the metal track of our new laundry ro...
Posted by Without Melissa on Wed, 30 May 2007 11:44:00 PST

Bound together by silk and plywood

Another pile of words for you to sort through over your lunch. I think reading these sorts of things is a little like looking for the perfect piece of material at a craft store sale. Somewhere in this...
Posted by Without Melissa on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 08:18:00 PST

My friend Michael.

He had this smile. I'm trying to put words around it.but really, you just had to see it.It was instantly calminglike warm laundry out of the dryer.One year ago I lost one of my most favorite people in...
Posted by Without Melissa on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 08:11:00 PST

The squish.

This weekend I did something for the first time.I tried on wedding dresses.It made all of this feel so incredibly real.I'm going to be a wife.a wife.Brent's wife.weird.And I'll have a husband.with a r...
Posted by Without Melissa on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 08:27:00 PST

A Plastic Diamond

I hold the small charm between my thumb and finger.run my fingers across the rough brackets that keep in the plastic diamond.A three sided shamrock.My most loved piece of jewelry.I imagine one day tel...
Posted by Without Melissa on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 07:15:00 PST

My favorite subject.

Brent.He's skinny.but good skinny.He has really fantastic hairthat grows exceptionally fast.My hope is that our children acquire his thick, fast growing hairand not the baby fine type I have.Brent is ...
Posted by Without Melissa on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 08:43:00 PST

Love, Love, here we are.

Here I stand looking at the map of my life.Connecting the little red dots of my childhood,of my experiences.Those I've loved. The times I cried.Looking back, I can't even remember the reasonfor my tea...
Posted by Without Melissa on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 01:49:00 PST

What I did on Christmas Vacation.

My Christmas vacation was really neat.I slept in. alot.I drank cups of coffee slowlyand wore pajama pants into the afternoon.On my Christmas vacationI went to Pinehurst and exploredBrent's brand new c...
Posted by Without Melissa on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 12:22:00 PST

A collection

Here you go. A big messy pile of my writings from months past. Like letters in a shoebox. Some are inspired by my travels. Some are from moments in the sunshine on my back porch. It's just a jumble re...
Posted by Without Melissa on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 08:15:00 PST

beside him

Last night Brent and I celebrated 2 years together.Neither one of us was in the mood for anything fancy... but we both agreed that we should celebrate the occasion.So we bundled up in coats and scarve...
Posted by Without Melissa on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 09:50:00 PST