In honor of Tyler Clementi →
Everyone deserves to feel safe. I’m so sorry this happened to you. Rest in peace.
The Dot and the Line: a romance in lower... →
I love this short film.
Weekly baked good: Check
Marble Cheesecake, and a peanut butter pie, as per my roommate’s request. I am slowly working myself out of being domestically challenged. Also, I bought a beautiful, light green springform pan yesterday. I’m going to be awesome at cheesecakes.
Last Survivor of the RMS Titanic →
This is the latest I’ve stayed up in a long time. I can’t remember the last time I was awake after 3am. And despite the fact that I haven’t done all my work for tomorrow, have a test I didn’t study for, and will probably be up late for the rest of the week, I feel good. Why? I just finished my first attempt at Photoshop, and I think it’s rather successful. To...
More Six-Word Memoirs:
Will dance alone, but prefers company. Jersey girl, in love with Virginia. Drives to get lost, then return. Night driving. The National. Open windows. Seven voices’ bursting laughter turns heads.
I carry my ghosts with me. I swear I’m Picasso’s Blue Nude. Five rings, two hands, one heart. A woman is made to hold. Follow me, and we’ll hold hands. My hand was made for yours. Your story is important to me.
The day is just beginning for this stretch of endless field. The thin, sweeping line of golden horizon is broken only by the farmhouse and barn, the silo, and the farmer as he walks away from the dawn and into the still-dark rows of corn in the West. His white skin is tanned and weathered so much that it matches the mud on his boots, and running after him is his son, who pulls the straps of his...
Every now and then I relapse on my resolution that I don’t need love. Starting tonight, I’ll no longer pretend that someday a man will be next to me when I sleep. It just isn’t in the cards for me. (But I still want it.)