Let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.
-Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I realize that it's been a year since I posted anything, though I don't know if anyone else would notice since I don't know if anyone actually reads what I write here. I suppose the point of online journals is to have an audience of some sort. Even if my audience ( Read more... )

I leave for India in six days. It barely seems real. Maybe it shouldn't seem real. Maybe I imagine going to a place like India should feel more exciting or adventurous or something other than normal. Maybe once I get there it will. Maybe it's just another place in the world. But I know it's different from here. There are so many worlds all ( Read more... )

Instead of trying to include random details about my life in the past four months since I've written anything in here, or perhaps details from the times before that when I left them out, I think I'm just going to ramble on about what I'm experiencing/pondering at the present moment in time. Anyone who reads this probably has little idea about how ( Read more... )

My favorite day of March (because I'm a big English nerd) is tomorrow. I'm excited. I'm much more excited for it than for St. Patrick's Day because a) I'm not Irish, and b) I don't enjoy alcohol. However, the dinner should be fun ( Read more... )

It's autumn. I remember a poem a girl wrote about the autumn. I remember the last line had the phrase "best of friends, through it all" in it somewhere.

It’s like the movie we all used to watch together, Now and Then. Well, that was then. The now part is starting to happen- all those life situations and struggles we go through and the past ( Read more... )

So it's been awhile ( Read more... )

Hamlet says, "Words, words, words." He's right. Words are so powerful. They are how we learn and communicate and define ourselves. The words we use are very important. It took me a long time to realize how important even after years of studying English ( Read more... )

The following statement infuriated me when I read it this morning ( Read more... )

The roads are not clear and straight. I think we just wish they were ( Read more... )

Some reconstructed lines from The Vagina Monologues"The bruises on my face were his handprints ( Read more... )