Monthly Archives: August 2009

yesterday

Yesterday was not my best day. I wrenched my back opening the kitchen window. It rained all the way up to the farm. It was the last day I’d see this semester’s interns, and I’m really going to miss them. The problem with getting the best of something the first time around is nothing else can ever compare. Your first sweater should never be cashmere, your first car should never be a Mercedes, your first kiss should be his/her first … Continue reading

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dawn

I have some free time now, with the not working and all. I’ve been sorting through the boxes and boxes of “things” that have followed me. Diaries, photos, love letters. The memorabilia of a lifetime. My sketchbooks are there. I used to draw & sculpt. I was pretty good, got a few awards and as a high school art major I’d thought about going into commercial art. I don’t know why I stopped, why it got dropped by the wayside. … Continue reading

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mazed and confused

I’m chasing my dreams full speed until I run smack into a solid wall. I feel like I’ve been here before. I have. I envy those kids who knew what they wanted in high school and had a straight path. That hasn’t been my story. Let’s not even talk about the lost years, they’re called the lost years for a reason. They took their toll and when they were over, I knew I was supposed to be a hand in … Continue reading

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