Michelle opens the front door of Red Maple ("CASH ONLY: NO CARDS") and I step inside. Bright everywhere. Our mid-sixties server ties her hair with one hand and takes our order with the other. In the booth across from ours, old men with leather jackets and plain white socks scratch off lottery tickets with sausage … Continue reading saturday morning in ordinary time
The hours hinge into each other. I spent pretty much all of Statistics looking through the window. There's a tree in the courtyard, and yesterday morning it was snowing. Pale snow flaking pale thin branches. Like light breathing. Michelle and I read Murakami's "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl On a Beautiful April Morning." People … Continue reading It is winter and it is well
Part of why I keep a diary is because writing is the antidote to forgetting. I'm terrified of loss, though I'll be the first to admit that trying to keep your memory is a bit like fighting a losing war. I don't remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday or when my next History exam … Continue reading What Are You Looking At?
It's May 6 (!) and the 'r' months are firmly behind us. In the mornings, as I walk to school, my sandals get caught in the mud. I try to avoid trampling the small, eager wildflowers that dot the path along the baseball field. I'm not sure what their names are; my Google searches, though … Continue reading The world is green-ing and we are green-ing with it
I'm perversely indecisive - I used to read a lot of Young Adult romance and desperately wanted a trait to identify me as "quirky". (Nobody did, but I have since acquired the label neurotic.) Then came several mortifying encounters where ice cream parlor counter workers nearly set their hair on fire as I extensively reviewed the various … Continue reading Are You There, God?