wanted: home
lease expires in four days. due to desperate circumstances, expectations and standards no longer apply. four walls and room for two ladies, a cat, a bunny, and perhaps an Irish … Continue reading
wistful for a morning in bed
chasing around kids all day is, perhaps surprisingly, super rewarding and fulfilling to me – getting to know them and finding ways to grow with them and teach them and … Continue reading
“I love him to hell and back and heaven and back and have and do and will” -Sylvia Plath
attended the second wedding of my life this weekend! it was way out in Columbia, TN at a farm house, y que era muy encantador - tan romántico! more images to come.
employment
today is my first day of my new nannying job! for the next unspecified period of time, I will be catering to the needs and emotional whims of three kids … Continue reading
“poets are so coarsely…
“poets are so coarsely bred they believe in force-feeding, arranged marriages, predestined outbursts. any two tricks between words will do. it’s true, i, too, delight in being vulgar. yet once i was a boy of five years and one place, i didn’t even know the word Poetry existed; i had never read a poem: what did i do then? i went fishing! i lived in a trout’s world, that strange underwater adagio. a slow circle. and now i think of it… so poetically! haven’t i then been two completely different persons? and lived in at least two worlds? china trees, cinnamon trees, cypress and spindle-wood, the ash tree and the holly bush: some dog has shat on them all. the true trouble with poetry is simple: it depends on distinction to survive. and if God is a poet then i am afraid – for it is frightening to think that He is a no one, and speaks not from Himself, but from the character He has found in me.”
on poetry, mary ruefle
a rationalization that short hair is, in fact, oh so summer-chic
i’ve always equated short hair with maturity and adulthood and the all-too-unattainable dream of having-it-all-togetherness, and thus, in an attempt to embrace the reality of TWENTYSOMETHING, I bobbed my hair … Continue reading
