I have many quotes from Frank Herbert's "Dune" that roll around in my mind from time to time. I put them there, so it isn't surprising. I committed great swaths of it to my brain, though I was never quite sure why. Because it was beautiful, I suppose. In part to impress people, I'll admit. And in a shade of Fahrenheit 451, my own hubris told ( Read more... )

Wore an outfit that made me feel good ( Read more... )

I knew it was going to happen. I didn't finish reading them all. So I can't be the ultimate authority when I say that I don't 100% agree with the decisions. I'll keep reading though.

It can be very annoying to be a lover of science fiction and fantasy. For every amazing adventure that sucks you in and eats up days of your life, there is a boring, trite, or frankly stupid novel you wish you hadn't bothered with. And you certainly can't tell which you have in your hand until you've read quite a bit of it. I end up reading the ( Read more... )

This house, the house that my grandfather built in 1961 for his growing family, is a house for the morning. It's Jim's house, where he still rises early to pray and drink coffee. I used to sit on his knee as a little girl, waiting for the everyone to wake up, in the years before I learned about sleeping in. In the wood-panelled living room, ( Read more... )

I'm very glad that I get to spend this last night at The Welcome Home in a room that was never really mine, but houses what was my window seat. The autumn breeze is singularly poetic, and the view is full of memories. And change.I can see the construction from where I sit now ( Read more... )

I like Twitter. I like my cacophonous homepage, which harmonizes occasionally into a little harmony, a little flock formation of concurrent ideas stirred up by something that interests a few people that interest me. Maybe I just like birds :)

One of the few things about my strange life at The WH that doesn't surprise me or anyone else is that some days it's just too much church. Some days I drag my ass downstairs feeling miserable and resentful, and while sometimes the time in the chapel makes it better, sometimes church is to be endured rather than embraced.

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As we approach SERVE 2010, the second anniversary of my first visit to The Welcome Home, and find ourselves withing sight of the end of the year I am overwhelmed by my own wistful recollections, and so revive my journal ( Read more... )

Breathing a sigh of relief, a little bit. We went for a walk to St. Vital Park, no one else wanting to go, and I spent the whole time talking too fast about everything. I'm sure they noticed I am nervous. Tomorrow and the day after are very much unknowns. Day camp all day. It will be fine, it will be fine, it will be fine. I think I did ( Read more... )