The moon is out,
half a moon
flirting with some serious clouds
that are coming in,
threatening a rainy Sunday.
I think of you,
the two of us
walking beneath the moon,
flirting with each other
and getting down to the serious business
of being us.

I've just gotten out of bed and the phone rings, Saturday morning sleeping in a little later than usual, eager for my first cup of coffee. I answer the phone, the warm voice of an old friend, slightly hungover, and wanting to meet me this morning. As I talk to him, there is silence on his end, not even a breath and I fear we've been disconnected ( Read more... )

I am going to London!!! Yes, my very first trip to Europe. Because I am using Expedia's bargain fare, I will be going to Heathrow by way of Frankfurt on Lufthansa. After my week's visit to the princess of all things good, I will return to Boston by way of Washington, DC on United. You'll recognize me. I'll have swollen legs and look really ( Read more... )

Love the journey, God is with you, come home safe and sound. Anne Lamott's book, Traveling Mercies is an excellent read.

Allie has hopped across the Big Pond and abandoned me for Big Ben and the Queen of Merry Old England. Therefore, I need a new best friend. You may apply by make your comment below. Thank you.

I just thought that I would memorialize you in my LiveJournal because I missed you so much while you were out gallivanting on Martha's Vineyard with your best friend. What does it take to replace him as your new best friend? I hope you had a great time and missed me as much as you possibly could!

I'm tired of being positive, perky, polite, patient, and anything else that begins with 'P'. I'm falling apart, melting down, scared, and want someone to fix it already. I'm always the one who is leaned on, picking up the pieces, putting it all back together. I'm tired. Tired. Tired.

Does having me in your life,
just a call or email away
buffer the pain of your daily existence,
cushion the blows and arrows,
the incautious shot to the heart
that is life inside a home?

Tell me the story of us ( Read more... )

Outside, the moon is a bright round orb with a misty cloud slicing across its face.
Inside, we lay together between soft cotton sheets of the palest pink
We talk softly to one another until our voices grow hoarse, our words slow.
Slowly we fall asleep, our conversation continuing in dreams.