I have this thing about graveyards. Until I was about sixteen I just assumed everyone liked hanging out in cemeteries.When I first got my license the one thing more exciting than New York City being 75 miles away was the whole new range of graveyards to visit, wander around, write in, take photos at, etc... I'd even go to the extent of saying I find cemeteries peaceful - especially ridiculously old ones. Australia was colonized in 1788... the...
I can't believe is was snowing yesterday! I felt it coming the day before when I decided to go for a jog. This was a bad idea for a few reasons, like Gretchen + anything requiring coordination = serious risk. I ran halfway around the block and it was so cold I seriously got brain freeze worse than the time my mate and I decided to skull vodka/sour apple slurpees. A few hours after my weak running attempt I was whinging on the phone to my sister...
I consider every human being my family... as hippy-esque as this might sound. At 31 years old, you can't change who you are. Putting this aside, we're still born into a particular circle. This time around my circle contains a Sicilian/Polish mother whose grandparents are literally straight off the boat and a German/Pommy dad whose family is a bit more of a mystery... but it's safe to say, we're generic Yanks... a European mix with interesting...
In order for me to earn my keep Mom said I had to pick up sticks... so yesterday was a day of stick picking, trying to un-jetlag myself, and chipmunk stalking. After that was all said and done, believe it or not... I was writing!! What a way to spend an afternoon! All the while I thought to myself, surely this is the way it's gotta go down? I mean... it feels natural. Every day passing makes me a bit nervous because it's one day closer to...