Unblinking

After looking the past directly in the eyes and allowing myself to face whatever reaction I might have to what I saw there, I can honestly say that I regret nothing.

Curvaceous

Looking at a photo of my best friend in her skivvies (and kick-ass fishnet socks), I swell with pride at her confidence in her body while at the same time wondering why the hell can I not do the same.

All So My Boss Can Prove A Point

Working eleven and one half hours straight at a tee-shirt shop is fucking ridiculous.

Playing With My Ding A Ling

Watching an older gentleman entertain himself by making the bells hung on my door frame ring by hitting them with his head makes me laugh.

"Where Every Day Is A Holiday"

Working in the holiday shop feels delightfully familiar, not unlike slipping on a well worn pair of shoes or re-reading a favorite book.

I Yearn For Beauty

Flipping through 'how to paint flowers with watercolors' books for inspiration and references for Micah makes me wish that I had room in my tiny house for a studio.

More Than Simply Ink On Paper

There is a particularly delightful rush of emotion that occurs when you realize that you are passing on one of your favorite childhood books to someone who may one day feel the same way about it as you do.

I Haven't The Words

I was nearly moved to tears tonight when my boyfriend's mother (and the mother of my heart) gave me her first edition of Rainer Maria Rilke's Letters To A Young Poet.

Risks Worth Taking

I wished a woman Happy Hanukkah and her face broke into a smile worth a thousand chances of my being wrong about her religion.

I Somehow Doubt That Was Her Intention

Every time I see Ann Coulter's book How To Talk To A Liberal (If You Must) I get the song "How To Talk To An Angel" stuck in my head.

Simplest Moments Worth Remembering

Resting against his side in the back of his father's car, happiness found me at last.

A Phone Call I Never Anticipated Making

What is the proper reaction upon finding out that someone whom, up until four years ago, you saw several times a week but were never terribly close to has died?

Ctrl+A, Delete

If all of my entires were to mysteriously disappear one day, what sort of reaction would I have?