Entries from September 2008

just some things about me

Date September 9, 2008

I love far off places and far-fetched dreams.  I love people and purpose, protecting the broken and pretending that fairies might really exist.  I travel frequently and lightly. I like being barefoot and wet-headed.  I love lasting friendships and conversations with strangers.  I adore books and music and the idea of living in a little […]

a tired brain means a list

Date September 8, 2008

I have a crush on a vampire.  (thank you, Twilight Saga) The smell of strawberries makes me think of my Mamaw. Oh, trail mix, how I miss thee. I’d pay an obscene amount of money to meet my Sisser for a movie. There’s nothing better than a box fan and a nap. I got a package […]

Thank you for the flowers.

Date September 4, 2008

Walking through my parents’ yard sometimes feels like a scene from A Midsummer Night’s Dream.  There are flowers of every kind that grow in their soil.  Blossoms that are rich in color and invite you to walk among them.  There are purple cone flowers and daisies and black-eyed susans and lilies of every hue.  Blooms that stretch a […]

to nudge the world

Date September 4, 2008

I’m sitting at my desk. There’s a dictionary in front of me opened to the word “asinine” because I’d like to use it someday. There’s a battered Spanish/English dictionary as well and a thesaurus is tucked comfortably beneath it. My journal is among the clutter. On the last page there are words and phrases scribbled […]

carsick isn’t for the faint of heart

Date September 2, 2008

I’m sort of prone to carsickness.  Scratch that.  I want to throw my guts up at the sight of twists, turns, and dips ahead.  But I haven’t thrown up carside in quite some time. Well, except for that time when I was 25 or so and had to say, “No, Ma.  I’m serious.  I’ve got […]

pigtails suit me.

Date September 1, 2008

Sometimes I feel like a ten year old girl trapped in a grown up body.  I still dream like a child and every so often I cry like a child.  The thought of Christmas mornings still thrills me and I still want to grab a Mason Jar when I see fireflies.  I want my Momma […]