I am a bitch. It’s true. I find myself so quick to judge, so quick to be ugly, so quick to not care… – Oh, you got a new job? That’s great, really. Oh, it’s your dream job AND the first job you’ve ever applied for. Awesome… for you. ——– – If that guy doesn’t … Continue reading fighting a hard battle.
A couple nights ago, I helped out at Locavore’s Night Out. It was an event by local food providers and it was just ah-mazing. [some of the best food of my life.] But it was over the hill [in Idaho], which means that all the beautiful parents and their beautiful children come out of the … Continue reading good flushers.
I got a text message yesterday morning, that read: “You are going to crack up when you see the cover of the daily!” My first thought was, Oh, no this cannot be good. Especially since there were many pictures of me taken like this… And then I opened an email that read: “I think they … Continue reading it’s okay if your shoes aren’t doing it…
The last two nights, I’ve had vivid dreams about moving back to Australia. My friend, Andrew, says… – Dreams are like pictures: If I’m not in them and no one’s naked, I don’t care. Well, some of my good friends were in the dreams, as well as the family I used to work for: The … Continue reading the remnants of the good of the darkness.
[feelings oh, so familiar.] Last night I went to a TreeFight event [nice logo, eh?] at the Center for the Arts featuring the amazing work of Thais Beltrame. Walking around, I was instantly moved by her work… It was like a story, an on-going epic… Moving… I could go on and … Continue reading alone. empowered. beautiful.
My dear Dabney sent this to me today: http://thebookspy.blogspot.com/ I love it. The site documents what people spotted in subways are reading and give projections about that whole reading/reader situation happening. It kinda made me miss Australia; where I rode a train constantly and always had a book in hand. [or at least bag.] And … Continue reading that whole reading/reader situation.
Leaving my sister’s… again. Getting out of town, getting out of Visalia, a coffee shop caught my eye. It’s this coffee shop I regulared when my sister was going through her divorce and I was staying with her, helping her with Emerson… her daughter… two at the time… four now. I sat out on this … Continue reading the sun did not see my tears.