i think summer struck while i was eating lunch today. when i got back into my car i could not steer with my hands. it was too hot. instead i steered, no joke, with my thigh. the denim fabric of my skirt shielded me from the heat. i pulled my knee closer to my chest […]

i was sitting on the porch of the house of blues when a man came to sit next to me. he was carrying a guitar and a briefcase. the sun was hot, it beat down on my hair and shoulders and face. i didn’t have anywhere to be. i was waiting for joel. was this […]

this boy looks like billy on the no-carb diet. he has thick eyebrows and thin lips, but not the same full moon face. his is like billy’s if you tugged on his cheeks and stretched them down. i try to grin, but i’m not sure what comes across my face. i can only hope it […]

we got to the reception late, because mom and dad had to wait around for photos. when we finally got to the country club lounge, the food had been cleared, save a few cubes of cheese, cracker crumbs, and dirty crumpled napkins. my mom’s friends were sitting strategically beside the grand piano, the table top […]

i am waiting for the pie to arrive. it will be accompanied by the boston cream, french apple and a la mode gang, my dear and silly friends. we are going to mix cocktails, eat junk and tell stories. giggling is optional. thank you in advance for coming. if i forget to tell you, i […]

in high school, it was life goes on. carrie and i watched it religiously and compared notes the following day at the lunch benches. i cried when jesse told becka he had aids. in college, i never missed an episode of my so-called life. ricky used to watch it with me, poking fun during commercials […]

sandra cisneros makes me want to write good stories, about days other than today and people other than myself. i want to spin, twist and shuffle letters around until they make sentences that sing. i want to write half as wonderfully as she, like: “In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too […]

Marie-Chantale is a girl after my own heart: paper and pencils and watercolors. she makes such beautiful things and inspires others to do the same. reading her words and seeing her ideas, i really know just how she feels.

i miss new york, already. i miss the subways and rows of trees and slices of piping hot pizza and photobooth bars, but mostly i just miss my friends. { LAUNCH NEW YORK PHOTO ALBUM }

tragedy averted. she’s so cool. for lunch, i had a turkey and bacon sandwich. tonight, i drank too much coffee and watched dawson’s creek alone. dude, it’s more like boo-hoo wednesday. also: there are not so super not so secret photos from new york, if you’re interested. tragedy averted. zit happens, derek says, and he’s […]

it still catches me offguard when you tell me you’ve been reading this. there’s such a disconnect in my head from the telling of the story and the hearing of the story. somehow, i’ve convinced myself that when i write these words and i click update that it is disappears into this tiny hole that […]

when i woke up this morning, i was struck with more than the usual monday dread. yes, the sun was glaring at me and my mind was doing its usual flip-through of this week’s to-dos and there was the lingering sense that another delicious dream had come to a grinding halt. when i put on […]

i am blaming everything on feng shui. i’m convinced that the arrangement of furniture and the layers of dust in my apartment are wreaking havoc on my life. i can’t breathe without sneezing, i can’t walk without stumbling. that is why i am going to scrub and mop and dust, i’m going to move and […]

boys reading books on subways, with their legs crossed and their eyes narrow, steal little pieces of my heart. i don’t care if it’s a book by burroughs or hornby or grisham; i still want to lean over and kiss them all.

i am back, i guess. i was gone and then i was back and then i was gone again. (remember? new york.) everything i did and saw, ate and smelled, felt and thought, was written in list form, as it happened or shortly thereafter, on green paper ricky and i bound with thread and glue. […]