The Comfort of Food
If days were jaws, Monday and Tuesday chewed me up and spit me out. Took me where I’m weak; you know my loneliness in the workplace, my cautiousness, my nervousness in the classroom, and just punched me there. I got a nose bleed today because I felt so run-over; semi-treading water, semi-drowning. And my professor saw the whole thing. These are the days that I marvel at what good food and...
Worn. Tattered. Torn. Ruffled. This is me. This is how things go. But I have these few pillars of immense, intense strength, that are rescuing me. They are my friends. One pillar was a phone call. And the voice on the other end spoke of growth, and reassurance. One pillar was sushi and coffee with a friend who was passing through town. We gushed over her new crush and she took my life into her...
Don’t know why it’s almost midnight and I’m on tumblr. Jonny is sleeping beside me and I’m trying to weather signs of a cold. I’m also trying to weather some insecurity that has creeped up on my heart and has lingered there in small and torcherous increments. We’re going to a wedding tomorrow and I have to wear my purple dress; the only one suitable for this...
Today, I hit my stride with some of my second graders at school. There were moments on the playground and throughout the day that I was lightly happy. There was a joy floating around in the air. I know Joy and I know Happiness well. I can recognize them vividly because of how well I have known sadness and wretchedness. I feel fulfilled in these moments. I feel like the dancing shadow of the orange...
All I really really want our love to do Is to bring out the best in me and in...– Joni Mitchell
A Compliment That I Want To Remember
A distant acquaintance just messaged me this: “Just thought I’d pass this along, I heard from someone this afternoon that they think you have a really incredible voice and are blessed every time they hear you sing.”
Outside the Lines
This blog is everything I want to say that might be stupid or not PC or not on point. It’s my scrap paper for A Heart Like Mine. Sometimes I want to just ramble, or be sassy, or talk about something that is outside the lines of my targeted subjects. I want to rant and bitch and say inappropriate things here. I want to post pictures of random shit here. I want this to be a space to just...