(Credit to Vahid for this picture) cobblestone streets really great handwriting tea at Bahji in the afternoon spanish moss on willow trees vegetable stands on the side of the road broken pieces of colored glass in the sun old cemetaries…
Month: August 2007
A cockroach crawled up my jeans leg while I sat at a bus stop yesterday. I had to shake it out…it was about as long as my index finger and quite…wriggly. Not so much fun. Also, I had an entire…
The heat has not been crippling this summer, and I work inside an office during the day, so I do not get the brunt of it. Maybe 15 years of Chicago winters went so far into my bones that I…
I used to write love songs. I would run the tips of my fingers over dry earth, my eyes over the trees passing by. Pulling out every word, using the mortality in my thoughts, idealized in eternity. I used large…
Mother, I am you today. I stretched my hands out in the sun, there were greetings in silent smiles, and I found a new song. Remember that there 3 dozen ways to read words, and I dropped the pieces of…
So apparently using your television as a babysitter/parental replacement is not actually a good idea! Shocking, I know, but it appears as though those popular “Baby Einstein” videos and other similar educational shows actually do more harm than good. When I was…
I am strangled by time zone differences and my inability to communicate. I spent the day doing nothing except watching documentaries and baking gluten-free cookies. I didn’t even clean, respond to emails, make phone calls…not one useful thing. Oh, well…