Désabusée permanentement??

to play hopscotch ( Read more... )

"At first I cursed her like somebody in the Bible curses his whorish wife. 'May she keep her miscarrying womb and dry breasts.' But now I look at it like this: she had tied herself to the wrong future." - Bernard Malamud, The Fixer

"Oh, how often does she long to approach him with alluring words and make soft prayers to him! But her nature forbids this, nor does it permit her to begin; but as it allows, she is ready to await the sounds to which she may give back her own words." - of Echo ( Read more... )

What was I thinking? Is this the wrong place? I'm thinking of disposible cups of coffee and the New York Times. I'm thinking of the immigrant mentality. I always wondered why if a person left their home because the conditions were so bad they would miss it once they had settled into their new refuge. I knew that there was something to ( Read more... )

It is the new year. I am on my bed in Ralston. Had only a half glass of champagne with mom earlier. Leave tomorrow. Wish could leave more luggaging behind. But don't know what else can. Oh please oh please let me wake up in time to henna. There is too much to learn and I anticipate learning it, having to, being face-smacked. Maybe life ( Read more... )

Forms for preparation for the abroad departure. Health vaccinations. Hep-A. Looking with my mother. - Becky, we didn't get this, she said ( Read more... )

"And the love
we hold,
and the love
we spurn, will never grow
cold, oh, only ta-
-citurn."

Sifting through.

I am free, my grades are in. I have no semester tidbits to handle. It's just, done. I have no application process. I just need to pack up. I need to return the library books and CDs. I need to find them. I have a few more things to hand off. Umbrella. Mascara. Soap. Henna. Call bank. Make transaction. Check account. New checks. ( Read more... )