five in the morning, or six ( Read more... )

i'd had a long day at work, and the bus was packed. at each stop more people squeezed into the aisle, everyone sweaty and cranky and uncomfortable, trying to ignore the smell of armpit, the lack of breathing room, elbows in sides, crotches in faces. i sat slightly hunched, trying to keep hold of five bulging grocery sacks i'd packed beneath my seat ( Read more... )

one day, there will be no ( Read more... )

"Because life isn't always about Truth and Beauty; sometimes it is just about being decent to other people." _a friend

i'm standing in front of the bathroom mirror at work. you know that feeling, when it seems like you're tired all the time? this is my day: i wake up at six, eat my cereal, take my pill, and i tell my parents to have a good day. i ( Read more... )

"Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you ( Read more... )

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on the last day of march, the world is covered in white. mountains obscured, and a blank sky sheds an endless swirling downpour of damp, shredded paper - the beginnings of stories and books, letters never written, letters sent that you wish could be retrieved, notes and pictures left in the bathroom and the closet, dancing on the radio in the ( Read more... )

easter sunday was slow. coupled with the absence of senior management, the relative lack of work duties opened up new possibilities in our dingey little day prison. amanda was the opening manager. we sat around talking, not wearing hats or aprons, looked through our files, found god-knows-how-old girl scout cookies (they were nasty), ordered ( Read more... )

my dad took me to lunch yesterday and then dropped me off at the mall for a few hours. we talked about barry bonds, the ncaa tournament, my plans for leaving, the army, going back to school. he told me how he'd worked forty-eight hour weeks at a truckstop in eastern washington, 3-11 and took classes in the mornings. my mom used to drag him out of ( Read more... )

hopeful news from iraq
(all the other papers are fronting how we blew the crap out of some insurgents)

the worst thing we could do right now would be to turn away sunni fundamentalists from the political process.

the same holds for hezbollah, hamas and the palestinian street. however painful it is for us, we need to recognize that what they ( Read more... )