I don't regret anything but the fact that I am so affected by it now. That I think about the situation when I shouldn't be wasting mental energy on it - but I can't control my brain. Nor can I control him. I run over all the things I should say to him but know that I never will. I will never know if things happened this way because he really ( Read more... )

I speed read Rayda Jacobs thinking that I would have 3 days to write a paper that was supposed to encompass an entire semester of independent study research only to find out that crazy Donna (our Professor/adviser in South Africa) is giving me until school starts to hand it in. That is both good and bad, of course ( Read more... )

"What are you all about?" He asks.
I don't know what to say.
"I'm all about parks." He says.
"Community, nature, frisbee, camaraderie, sunshine."
Parks, you think.
Wow.

Life Stories
Once you get started its fun. So much free space opens up. Rip, crumple, up in flames, out the window. I was born, I grew up, I studied, I loved, I married, I procreated, I said, I wrote, all gone now.

Impenetrable ForestVoila, you say. Your debts are paid, your emotional problems are solved, your illnesses are cured. Not only ( Read more... )

one ought,
every day at least,
to hear a little song,
read a good poem,
see a fine picture
and, if it were possible,
to speak
a few reasonable words.

- goethe

Plato's Symposium:

People were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.