Still here. Sipping away at a tall cup of coffee, feeling mischievous and strangely alive and complete. I have these... wicked aspirations to bite my lower lip, take a deep breath, and push the sliding glass door open and confront the autumn wind with a timid smile. Then run off waving my arms wildly about singing folk tunes from the 1800's ( Read more... )

I’ve replaced the kid with chipped black nail polish hiding behind her folding hands and dramatic glasses with a photo of a newer, sadder face. I could just slip into this shallow pool of coffee in a handmade mug that my sister molded out the earth for my father, who used to never drink water. And here I am sipping poison out of it like I know how ( Read more... )

Big sunday morning sun chasing last night's ghost away. no more empty echoes on the radio downstairs ( Read more... )

the woods swallow me whole, like a lost child at dusk, and hold me in its womb on a rock in the clearing where I put my cheek against its coldness and taste the damp odor of the underworld. i walk the trail to my house, scuffing my sneakers against the crusted dirt and the gravel; i am tracing all of my life like a maze in my brain ( Read more... )

i'm feeling a little dizzy, like a kid spinning around with my face up to the sky, falling down over and over again, never feeling the sharpness of the ground against my body. i'm glad i'm sitting here, still trying to grapple the circumstances, what's up and what's down. this waitressing business ain't so bad. working is, you know, satisfying. ( Read more... )

Krista, that socially challenged, awkward, clumsy kid you know is now waitressing at La Petit Cuisine, memorizing specials, scurrying around like mad trying not to drop bowls of onion soup on customers' laps and feeling like a waitress wannabe. Damn pseudo-public relations people ( Read more... )

Back home.
I am spending the entire week with Sadie, trying not to cry. Trying not to cry.

1. walking barefoot in the fields collecting queen anne's lace and morning glories ( Read more... )

This week has been breeze rolling in through the open car windows, listening to South African folk songs and driving north. I am... surprised and delighted and excited because I hear my aunt tell me stories of traveling in the impoverished cities of India, and walking along the shores of Mexico, and of her plans to move to Panama, and one day go to ( Read more... )

So yesterday I had an eye doctor appointment to have a large lump in my eye checked out and I somehow end up at the hospital two hours later having surgery. No fun. Not good. Nothing too serious actually, just some sort of blocked gland that got big and icky. Ugh, I am sooo gross I amaze myself. Surgery was kinda scary, luckily they knocked me out ( Read more... )