Thursday, January 24, 2008

She had a wheat field feel about her. Vast, gently moving. Unappreciated.

Monday, January 14, 2008

she sniffed the corner of the blanket used to keep him warm to see if he had left some trace of his scent.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

the sweetest kitchen life is being able to write novels on the weekends between dirty diapers and dust rays.

Monday, January 7, 2008

a poigant example of how no one is really listening. i passed her in the hallway, "howdy amanda!" she responded "good, and you?". classic.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

i can sometimes see you fall off the side of a ship into freezing water, it's an unnaturally far away, the water hits you hard and you paddle to stay afloat amidst the whitewater off the boat's hull. i don't jump in, but watch through tears.