pray a little? say a little? think a lot. this spring... black, i hear birds...
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Author: nonfictionwoman
god is not a christian
feels like i haven't written in forever. went from being an unemployed person languidly enjoying the hours between 7am and 3pm (my god,1 i miss tuesday/thursday early morning sessions and jaunts through the hood with my homegirl/fellow basketball mom) to being a person who has to count her hours and minutes on a piece of [...]
adventures in freelancing
listening to the woman in the cubicle next to me typing way too hard and cackling... (and did she just lie to someone on the phone? she just told them it was really sunny out today. wth? it's been drizzling and dreary all day!) i'm glad to be working, i really am, i just think [...]
why he didn’t put a ring on it
so i read this fucking awesome huffpo essay the other day called, "why you're not married." it was passed to me by my close friend (who's married). she'd received it from her husband of all people and when i read it, i thought, WOW. WHO IS THIS WOMAN. HELL YES. DAMN. SHE SHUT IT DOWN. [...]
thursday
biutiful
the pulse of this movie is so much slower than what is shown in the trailer... it's a death pulse, fading and returning, fading, every moment in between growing longer... a heart beating just fast enough to be alive. i watched the movie biutiful and since then, i have been asking people if they've seen [...]
on my way to temp gig #726
joy in repetition
judging. judging self all over every thought. paralyzed by repetitive thoughts. maybe i should find the joy in repetition? keep thinking i should write something, quick. jot down a note, a word, a few graphs on how i feel about this day, my dad's first birthday post-mortem. judging though. self. the unwritten. the readership. what [...]
wtf
i feel like a straight up loser now. this time last year--and i mean down to the day--i said i wanted the same shit i want now, and at the same time i wanted it before. come spring, blah, blah, blah. WTF!? i don't have it. i want the same shit at the same time, [...]
the blizzard ate the groundhog
this afternoon, as the blizzard subsided, the fun inside my home began. we were snowed in. all of us. at the same time. all day long. on a wednesday. my happiest moment was sitting outside, (butt sinking) in a huge snowbank, on the side of the road, eating fresh snow with my kid, and waving [...]
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