“It’s dark outside but the lighting,” Johhny said, “makes this place look desolate.” The place was Kabizza, a little mediterranean restaurant in Tempe. I wouldn’t say it looked “desolate,” but the tile floors, stained fabric booths, and dim lighting certainly provided a humble atmosphere. It was a few days before my scheduled wisdom teeth removal. A last supper, per say.... [Continue reading →]
Last week I painted with Stacie. I have this watercolor set I bought and never... [Continue reading →]
The untitled draft I am bringing for workshop today. Posting for accountability, or attention, or something. Good morning Blog!
It was 11 PM when my sister called. I was getting ready for bed, listening to Operator by Girl Scout. It was a stupid catchy song: Telephone, telephone, telephone, telephone all day… had been stuck in my head for a week.
“Happy birthday!” my sister said.
“But-“ I began, trying to explain that it wasn’t midnight here.
“No! You were... [Continue reading →]
I put my socks in the wash. After they dried, I noticed that they were loose and droopy, not tight and well shapen like they had been when I bought them years ago, a sign to throw them away. I thought about my own body. I do want to have children one day. Will I expend, loose my shape? And... [Continue reading →]