Traveling, talking with the brilliant women in my writing class, writing, teaching English, exploring new cultures, listening to my friends talk about their lives, the smell of freshly baked bread, slow Saturday mornings with the love of my life, visiting new cafes in the city, taking walks on misty days, planning trips, buying surprises, reading, discovering a little bit more of who I am.
Just once I knew what life was for. In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood; walked there along the Charles River, watched the lights copying themselves, all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening their mouths as wide as opera singers; counted the stars, my little campaigners, my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love on the night green side of it and cried my heart to the eastbound cars and cried my heart to the westbound cars and took my truth across a small humped bridge and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home and hoarded these constants into morning only to find them gone. --Anne Sexton
This isn't really my strength. I pretty much listen to whatever my brother suggests. (That's for you Bro!)
Nothing right now.
Project Runway starts again very, very soon. Oh, and CASH CAB...I love that show.
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God, Vimal, Bro, Mom, Dad, C.S. Lewis, Effie, Edwin, Sane Dane, Mamaw, Christine Paynter, my students and my teachers.