I'm sitting at My Coffee Shop - drinking a naughty chai, checking all of my pages (email, myspace, facebook, flickr, livejournal. Yes, it's madness)... waiting for life to trickle back into my body after a long week. Soon, the mixture of caffeine, music, and internet will make me feel real again.

I am a happy sort of tired. I like my body best when ( Read more... )

I worry about home

the word

heavy, thick

and unfamiliar.

I want to make it mine

for people to walk in

agree that it is distinctly me.

I am torn

between frozen stills of urban cities

and waves silenced within a picture frame

Both of them

fused tightly with my identity

The scared little girl

and the ambitious young woman

Let me build my house

instead

carefully on ( Read more... )

I am on-call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Responding to requests for hugs, kisses, and fruit snacks. I don't make any major decision without thinking of her first and when I am around her, a sentence scarcely ever leaves my lips without me thinking first of what I am teaching her. Because I'm more than a teacher, more than someone who keeps her ( Read more... )

we sat side-by-side
flipping through matching catalogues
caught between the fun of shopping with someone else's money
and feeling like we never have enough money for our classrooms.

I am head teacher now
with all of the added responsibility 
-and money-
that the title implies.
And after she's enjoyed them
through their kindergarten and first grade years
they ( Read more... )

There is something that is ignited in me - in these overwarmed, overcaffeinated coffee shops. A man playing an acoustic guitar and yet another psychology text book leaning against my calf, my pulse quickens and I want to dance. I want to hear music so loud that the pain travels from my eardrum to my fingertips, resulting in something resembling a ( Read more... )

 I held onto my livejournal even as the myspace phenomenon was beginning to pick up speed ( Read more... )

Today I broke down crying from a song on Madisynn’s Beauty and the Beast soundtrack. I suppose there is something of a romantic in me after all.

I’m tired of being alone.

 
December 15, 2007

We are alike and different in so many complicated, amazing ways - our friendship pulling us relentlessly through our separate lives, bringing us to this moment with she, belly swollen with second child, kind and smiling husband by her side, pushing two books toward my chest. I take them, thanking her, feeling a little ( Read more... )

 Life is exactly as it should be right now. Not because it is perfect, but because in the ways that it is not, I am learning so much ( Read more... )

This summer I...

fell in love

This month I...

got promoted to head teacher
got a raise
won (another) scholarship
moved into my own apartment

This week I...

took three midterms
moved every thing I own without any help

Last night I...

got all dolled up - just for me
went to a club
renewed my love of Long Islands (add Adios MF's to that now too)

Today I...

spent an ( Read more... )