I sure hope not.
Professor Vallone keeps saying that I am a researcher, but I’m pretty sure that I am an old woman reading poetry on the porch of her cabin in the mountains. I must go there to meet her. Country road, take … Continued
Professor Vallone keeps saying that I am a researcher, but I’m pretty sure that I am an old woman reading poetry on the porch of her cabin in the mountains. I must go there to meet her. Country road, take … Continued
When the toaster oven timer quit ticking, I paused from preparing a lesson plan for students I still don’t have. Someday I’ll find out if preparing lesson plans really takes so much time. I hear that I won’t really find … Continued
It’s easiest to see the scars when it’s cold. One is on my left hand, on the middle knuckle. Sometime while I was lugging my luggage from Heathrow to my hostel the handle of the rolling one took off a … Continued
I promise to be in bed in an hour, which might work out to be right around the sugar low of the giant bowl of ice cream that I just ate. It was for the election. Ice cream is the … Continued
I saw it snow today. First time since the night I sat behind the wing and watched them de-ice the plane as we counted down the last ten seconds before 2008. I’ve seen snow since then– that mountain range somewhere … Continued
Lately: I wake up and hit the snooze button at 7:50 and turn back towards the wall, burying my face in my body pillow, wanting to sleep again. But I dread that noise, so within nine minutes I turn and … Continued
I wonder if the monarch knewthat he was about to die.It would be the last time he flew.Tears welled up in my eyes as I stopped my walk along the highwayand stooped to hold someone more broken down than me.The … Continued
Sunshine coming this way.My boyfriend said it would be here in a day.Living over there, he gets the weather first.He lives ten hours from here.How far is that? One fourth of a year.Seven weeks now, so it could be worse.
written during Honors Philosophy: In class my brain is stirred and combed.I’m drained when I return to homeand spread my stuff upon the bedof limp spaghetti in my head.