I spent my Thursday night cleaning Rick's entire kitchen, and I really enjoyed it. Yes, a woman must know her place - the kitchen ( Read more... )

I don’t mean to sound creepy, but Rick looks so beautifully serene when he’s asleep. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more precious than the sight of him sharing dreams with the tiny kitten curled up next to him ( Read more... )

Dear Heather ( Read more... )

Yesterday I tried to teach my class about tolerance, but alas, in vain ( Read more... )

It's been a long time since I sat at night in a parked car in front of my house, the heat blaring, windows fogging up, listening to Simon and Garfunkel with someone I care about.
A long time.

I shouldn't be so happy.

Dear Rick ( Read more... )

and we've slept where before we wouldn't stand, and
we cant hide out hands because we've all smeared
guilt across our faces, and we've lost beauty and
died a little in all those places

This is not an end-of-summer summary ( Read more... )

Thursday, Rick and I made a trip to Urbana to get his belongings from his dad's ( Read more... )

Yesterday my mother told me resentfully that I don't understand the concept of family. She is right, and I don't see anything wrong with that ( Read more... )