Image credit: Photo by Estrella Esteve on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons "I can't hear this song without thinking of you," I said to Mark as The Cure's "Just Like Heaven" came on my music mix a few days ago. It reminded me of falling in love with him in college: how he made me [...]
Posts under ‘people in my past’
Haikus for Christmas Long Ago and Far Away
A box marked "fragile" holds shining memories wrapped in crumpled paper. She lights up like a firefly whenever you're around, George Bailey. Once a year. Each year. They emerge, sparkling, to be packed away. The delicate glass, like breath on a windowpane, glitters and is gone. This year, glass soldiers wait, tissue-wrapped with angels, in [...]
How to Get the Man You Want (the Codependent Way)
Warning: this post is self-satirical in nature. It should not be read by the sarcasm impaired. Image credit: Photo by DaveAustria.com on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons So, you know, I'm not really codependent. (I hate that word anyway. Sincerely I do.) I just like to do nice things for people. Really nice things. Like [...]
Experience, Strength and Hope
Image credit: Photo by jaxxon on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons A little less than a year ago, I moved my blog to its own URL, and when I did so, I had the opportunity to reread many of my old posts as I updated broken links (still not all fixed, by the way). As [...]
Opening Up
Image credit: Photo by casch52 on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons This week I plan to tell one of my best and oldest friends about my husband's addiction after nearly six years of silence around it. I've wanted to let her in to this part of my life, because keeping her out -- keeping anyone [...]
’92 in Haiku
I asked Willowgreento pick a year for this post.She picked 92. I was twenty two.Head messed up over collegeand three different men. Friend getting married.Mark wasn't talking to me.Boyfriend wouldn't change. I'd graduated.I reached my goal, the degree,and I was back home. I planned all my lifeto get that degree; neverplanning for after. I felt [...]
Night 4/Day 5: Coming Home
"When the night has comeAnd the land is darkAnd the moon is the only light we'll see,No, I won't be afraid.No, I won't be afraidJust as long as you stand,Stand by me."~Ben E King, "Stand By Me"I was looking forward to the ride to the airport with my friend Pat to end my trip. I [...]
Day 4: Ellen
I started my fourth, and (theoretically) final, day with my friend Ellen and her family. I wanted to blog about Ellen before I left, but I couldn't seem to focus, or even come up with a suitable pseudonym for her. (The pseudonym game is getting difficult: finding names that are not too close to the [...]
Day 3/Night 3: Reunion
The third day of my trip was the day of my 20th Reunion. I was nervous before I got there. What do you say to people you haven't seen in twenty years about all that's been gone on since then, especially when the things most on my mind aren't things I can share? But for [...]
Night 1/Day 2: My Old High School Girls
After painstakingly laying out all of my plans -- every ride, every meal, every night's housing -- and putting them together in a spreadsheet (because I'm a perfectionist like that), all those structures, carefully built to ease my anxiety, began to crumble. The night before I boarded my plane last week, I got a call [...]
