My mom's hair is growing in gray. I told her to keep it that way as a sign of what she's been through. Stephanie and Sami and I met my mom at a park on Monday. Steph, who is seven now, said that my mom looked different. She was wearing a cap and her baby fuzz hair was just showing beneath. I watched her taking in the changes, the physical effects ( Read more... )

I didn't use to be afraid of using words. Now they taunt me with their ineffectiveness and tease me - making themselves sound cheesey or overly...a waste of time - knowing full well what it is I want to avoid and warping themselves to become exactly that. I'm not sure why I'm even trying. I don't even know what I want to say. And blogs are so ( Read more... )

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This is a rough rough draft, and I'd like feedback.

I am laughing, I am mourning

For you control me no more and

My arms and legs move of their own

Accord; though now they barely move.

No more singing, no more dancing

My self is stitched together like an

Old security blanket, worn through

By tears, the companionship of years.

My whole being it ( Read more... )

Perhaps no one will appreciate these since those within the photographs remain unknown to the majority of you. However, I hope you'll enjoy this glimpse of my life as it currently stands. Besides, some of them are hilarious.

Cory and John's birthday party. Cory on the left, John on the right. And possibly the most sketchy looking cakes ever made. ( Read more... )

A woman came into the bookshop today asking for a how-to book on creating fake ID's. Alma explained that we most likely didn't have any on-hand, but if she knew of one that we could order for her...legally, we'd be glad to do it for her. The woman's eyes darted back and forth nervously as she explained to us that her boyfriend had a record and they ( Read more... )

Sally made me leave work early to catch my bus. I walked out of the bookshop with some new additions to my library and crossed the street to the bus stop. The lighted snowflakes attached to the lamp posts up and down Market Street reflected on the rain soaked pavement. My manager, Susan hates the snowflakes. She thinks they're ugly and impractical ( Read more... )

First thing in the morning: Laundry.
Uhh...
First thing in the morning: Coffee, then laundry.
Tomorrow I'm going to wear the same thing that I wore today.

It's really windy. I'm alone in my apartment and the lights keep flickering and I don't have a flashlight, and there's a tree that resides about thirty feet away from my living room window, and ( Read more... )

Once I heard about this kid who liked the book he was reading a lot. He said he couldn't put it down, but he really couldn't. He literally glued the thing to his left hand. He slept with it at night, held his hand out of the shower in the morning to keep it dry, had it during meals, had it on the bus, had it all the time. In class his teacher told ( Read more... )