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lessons learned from the couch
I'm just going to put this out there. I have rock stars for friends. Yes, it's true. And by "rock star," I'm not necessarily referring to their ability to play a sweet guitar solo that will melt your face off. No... more like... the kind of people who will stop in several times when you're sick to make sure you're all right, even if it means ( Read more... ) -
I'm sitting here in a beautiful city and thinking...
I'm not sure whether to be thoroughly amused or extremely annoyed that my hostel-mates in Florence have been playing Michael Jackson music all night. At first I thought nothing of it. Now the internet is telling me that he mysteriously died. Again, mixed feelings.
The world is an ever-changing place. And I've settled for mildly irritated when it ( Read more... ) -
Bonjour from Paris
Hello, all of my American friends! I am posting this from an internet cafe called Milk in the heart of Paris, France. I've been trying to update everyone on my adventures via internet, so I started a new blog for the occasion. If any of you would like to visit, it's: back-porch-poet.blogspot.com. I will still probably use LiveJournal for certain ( Read more... ) -
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This is one of the last short pieces I wrote for my memoir class. Victoria, you will have to tell me if I got any of the facts wrong. As I've been writing these little stories, I'm realizing that my memory isn't as crystal clear as I would like it to be. Often, I can't even remember the details of an event that happened a year or two ago... but ( Read more... ) -
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Another essay I wrote for my memoir class.
Always Travel in Style
The word “pedestrian” means “a person who travels on foot.” I looked it up. My question is: what do we call all those sidewalk-bound people who are unable to walk? I suppose there could be the “Crutchers” or the “Wheelchairers,” but neither of those sounds nearly as sophisticated as ( Read more... ) -
Comedy in the Quotidian
I wrote this for my Memoir class. We had to compose a short piece about a memory or experience we've had. Deciding beforehand that I wanted to go for a comic angle, I figured Hungry Howies was the first (and possibly only) place to start. I'm hoping to make a few edits before turning it in later this afternoon, so let me know if you have any ( Read more... ) -
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
He appeared sheepish as I entered the room. ”I’m sorry to disappoint you at the onset,” he said.
Crossing my arms and leaning over the counter between us, I nodded. “You mean to tell me...”
”I didn’t bring it.”
That was what I had feared.
“What?!?!” I exclaimed indignantly. “I thought we had agreed. Holidays and weekends, Todd! Holidays and weekends ( Read more... ) -
Mes Chaussures et Moi
Before you all fall out of your seats because I'm actually updating, I would like to explain that the impetus for my writing is an amazing class I'm taking called Memoir and the Imagination. It's all about writing creative non-fiction, especially the kind that describes your life. At first, writing a memoir seemed like an impossibly insurmountable ( Read more... ) -
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"Wherever I go, whatever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you."
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In the meantime...
I've been thinking a lot about blogging lately because, for the first time in my life, I feel as though I may have something worthwhile to say. Or perhaps I'll never have anything worthwhile to say, so I might as well just continue filling this little niche of cyberspace with my musings. The way I understand life has drastically altered over the ( Read more... )