I often narrate my life in my head. I've heard that sometimes people do this with a british accent. Lately I've been imagining studio audience responses to the events in my life.... when I hug friends the audience members go 'aawwww' and when slight altercations arise they go 'oohhhhh'. There is also nervous laughter. There are no 'Woohoo!'s or ( Read more... )

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Even during times when I'm relatively content with life I still find myself filled with a sort of despair when Sunday night becomes Monday morning.

I'm trying not to get all negative about life. I'm really trying. I'm just feeling a little lonely, a little worried about the near future, a little confused about relationships with people in my life ( Read more... )

After noting that I never wear the old navy clothes and QVC purses she gets me for Christmas, my stepmom and I decided that decorating my room would be an excellent present. So today Tim-Jung came over and had me leave for a few hours with Meena while they did their magic. When I got back my Dad exclaimed (no less than four times) "It's like that ( Read more... )

Today's arena of exploration: the Human Resource Department where my mom works. Recently I went out drinking with my Mom and one of her office buddies and listened to all the gossip about who's getting cheated on, the airheads in consulting (or are they in IT?), and of course, the temps. Every time my Mom talks to me about her work the secretary ( Read more... )

Monday was the first time my Intro to Feminisms section met. I came prepared with enough juice and bran muffins for about ten students (seven had signed up last I checked) and suddenly there were seventeen bodies in that room staring up at me -- seventeen people who probably expect me to know more than they do. I spent a really long time ( Read more... )

My vision of health ( Read more... )

I'm having New Mexico thoughts

wave like dunes of gypsum sand

underground caverns widdled from fossil shelves and limestone

petroglyphs. cave dwellings.

me, my cats, a rocking chair and a glass of lemonade. watching the sunset.

David My Love,

I trust your move to London is progressing delightfully. Do send me a post card with all possible haste.


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