Month: November 2009

"you are killing me, softly," i wrote, but blogged, instead of said... silence is golden, and black, patterned in bruise-purple elephants, unspoken, large and small (issues) alike, bearing down heavy, stretching the fabric of our lives in unimaginable and irretrievable fashions... relationships take work. and time. and decisions. split second and yearlong and ever-after kinds...the [...]

the blur in this photo is emblematic of my status as girlfriend right now. and i'm sure this blog is some brand of confessional. i've become a professor since i wrote here last. twice a week i teach adult kids how to write and speak better english. many of them are native spanish speakers. through [...]