Bad Poetry Friday

This was written for a friend during my freshman year in college. Warning: this is pretty bad. Emily (1999) You are so Boston, so downtown sophisticated you could grace Cosmo I am so Florida, so sunny and blonde I belong on the beach You are trolleys and quaint cafes Thai food and vintage I am the … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

Books I Like Enough to Recommend

Despite the fact that the winter holidays are still like nine weeks away, my day job had me compile a list of  books that would make suitable gifts. It got me thinking about what I've been reading lately and how I've fallen into a reading slump. There's been things I loved like Hand Me Down … Continue reading Books I Like Enough to Recommend

Mortification Monday

1-6-1994 Dear Diary,   Happy New Year! True Love never lasts. Or is it that love that lasts is never true? Well it's over between Eric and Me. It's like we never went out in the first place. We're still friends. Was an angel in church today. Boring. I have the biggest crush on Mike … Continue reading Mortification Monday

Rejection Playlist, Volume 1, Track 10: “Stay Gold”

I am absolutely in love with Big Pink, especially the song "Stay Gold." It's perfect for those moments when you're getting good at talking yourself out of doing what you love because it's tearing you apart. Because you're tired of hearing "no." A time to love, a time to fly And beat the darkness into … Continue reading Rejection Playlist, Volume 1, Track 10: “Stay Gold”

Bad Poetry Friday

In 1998 I was obsessed with the film Great Expectations, the one with Gwyneth Paltrow and Ethan Hawke, specifically the soundtrack. Tori Amos had a song called "Siren" on there and it spoke to me so much that I basically rewrote the song in the form of a poem. For the record the song was better. Siren … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday

Mortification Monday

12-24-1993 Dear Diary, The smell of cookies filled the air. Mom and sister were hard at workmaking baking cookies. No, I'm not in a cookie factory but in my kitchen on Christmas Eve. I watched from a distance for I was not allowed to cook because of a cold. Trays of sugar cookies sat cooling by … Continue reading Mortification Monday