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?
Today we went to Ava's house for the last time. She's moving. "We", of course, is Michelle, Emily, Ava and me: the Sisterhood. Even though the name is from The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, Michelle and I are the only ones who've read the book (and that was in third grade). … Continue reading Ava’s House for the Last Time