Saturday, 10 a.m.: A Poem


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This morning is mine.
My glasses are folded in my purse, asleep
in their case, and to my nude eye, the distance is blurry––
the nearby girl tucking her hair
into a braid, the scant fluttering yellow
I suppose is November wind. And here I am,
at the library, in a chair by the wall,
between windows, dodging the downpour
of white light. The sun
is a cup of coffee, turned over, spilling heat upon the earth.
But Hephaestus has forged this wall as a shield
against Apollo.

By the time noon makes its perch at the zenith,
my family will be here. They’ve made a seven-hour trip to visit me.
When they arrive,
my time will belong to them.
I will put my glasses on
to see the changes in my sister’s face.
I’m certain there will be some new, shining
composition––altered eighth-notes on her skin
where she smiles, where she
cries. Maybe my brother
is taller again, defying
my commands. I am afraid
of how white my mother’s hair will seem.

I capture this hour like a lightning bug in my hand.
Its antennae tickle my palm. I seal my fingers
tightly, nails hard
in flesh. Something urges the hour outwards––worries
like a porch light, a center of gravity into which
it might plunge. But I will not permit it.
Although it writhes, it is safe.
Although I pant, I breathe.


Peaches and Strawberries: A Short Story

61352-Reaching-OutI used to watch my sisters as they made pastries in the kitchen. As I looked on, they would create a well in a plot of dough and fill it with strawberries or, should inspiration overtake them, peaches. When I was little, these fruits seemed immense––an unending pile of goodness, bigger than my hand, bigger than the universe.

I’m big enough now that those fruits dwarf in comparison to my palm. My sisters are gone, and sometimes my heart is, too. Drowning in coursework and life decisions, I try to rediscover the meaning I believed the universe had as I stood barefoot on the clean, cold tile, observing my sisters’ fairy-like fingers float between ingredients. They were like goddesses to me, so tidy and precise––deities that I wanted to watch forever and ever.

That was a different epoch, when angels were real, when my sisters were there and I could watch Genesis from the comfort of my kitchen. Sometimes I want to run away and meet them again. Other times I wish I were a fruit––so small, yet larger than everything; I wish my sisters were folding me into soft dough, tucking me in, keeping me warm. I wish they were here to wrap me up in themselves, a soft pastry of love and togetherness; I wish they were here to tell me which decisions are the right ones, to decipher both algebra and fate.

I never ate their pastries. They must have been infused with Ambrosia, or pixie dust or the gold at the end of the rainbow––things meant for my sisters, things that were too good for me.

Every so often, in the middle of the night, I tiptoe across the house and stand in the corner of the kitchen, just inside the door––exactly were I stood years ago––and watch the glittering ghosts of my sisters turn the counters into oracles of their craft. Their hands are still as graceful and effortless as ever, still as ethereal untouched, untouchable; and they still comfort me, even when they are little more than spirits. They are too perfect to be of this world, and that’s why they left it.

I never said that I wanted to be like my sisters, just that I wanted to witness their superhuman beauty.

No, I never wanted to be like my sisters.

No, I never wanted to grow up.

I am a peach, awaiting a sister’s inspiration, eyeing the well that lies ahead. If only Hera or Persephone could coax me, I would have the courage to leap.

I am small, and the strawberries are endless, and we are a pastry, in heaven, together at last.

Why You Should Drop Everything and See Frozen

Yes, it’s a musical. Yes, the main characters are princesses. Yes, there is romance. But no, it is not just another romantic princess musical.

Unlike Cinderella, Ariel, Belle, and the rest of the crew, who exist solely to pine for a prince, these ladies have their own agendas. Elsa and Anna are here to discover themselves and everything that’s waiting for them in the world.

If the Oscars didn’t convince you to drop everything and see Frozen, maybe this post will.


Elsa has powers she can’t control, and her struggle is learning to win the mental game, as in the song “Let It Go.” Her character is empowering to watch. She goes through this tremendous evolution once her secret is out, and that alone is fantastic. Despite seeming secondary to Anna’s character, she is my favorite.

I personally connected to her because she never had a romantic relationship throughout the entirety of the movie. In fact, she spends most of her life caged up inside her room in order to protect her sister. Despite not having a man, she can rise up to defeat her challenges. This is a message we never see enough of in the media, and it’s a liberating experience to watch that happen––not just for single ladies like me, but also for younger girls, and older girls, too, who need a reminder.

anna_in_frozen-wideAnna, the more featured of the two, learns what love really means. Disney seems to critique itself as she gets engaged to someone the night she meets him. Besides her fiancé, Hans, and herself, no one  is in support of this decision, although the couple-to-be do share an amazing love song. Elsa and another character both chew her out and are openly appalled by her engagement.

Like her sister, Anna goes through a metamorphosis, although it is more subtle. To go more in depth would give away some major plot points, but it is, assuredly, very satisfying.

Frozen is empowering, beautiful, and fun all at the same time. It’s got a great score and a great meaning, and it’s one of Disney’s steps into a new age of princesses. So, if you haven’t seen it yet, go see it now.

Ciao for now,


Footprints in the Snow

Day I

Matthew follows

his older sister to the school bus.

“Come on, Matt,

we don’t want to be late.”

She takes long strides

He struggles to leap

from footprint to footprint,

chasing her boot pattern

careful not to make his own mark.


Day II

Matthew’s sister races

down the sidewalk,

towards the yellow bus that is already there.

Her legs are tall


Matthew’s, not so much.

His chubby snow pants leave wide indents

awkward circles

around the hole she left before

He cries



“You can’t be late today,


Matthew’s mom ties a scarf around his head

so warm breath spreads across his face.

His sister

looks indignant in the corner,

preening her hair

to pass the time

replaying the scolding

from yesterday when Matthew didn’t make it.


Day IV

Matthew’s sister’s ponytail

whips back and forth

as she walks sternly, with

determination. Matthew trails behind,

his sore legs dragging

causing solid lines

that rip across the snow.

Lacking confidence, he follows his sister undyingly

to the ends of the horizon.


Day V

Matthew’s sister is sick

She stays at home

strewn across the couch like a throw fleece

Matthew has to walk to the bus by himself.


there are no footprints to follow.

Each time he shifts his toes an inch

it is without certainty.

His cautious movements

make his mom

drive him to school.


Day VI

Even though Matthew’s sister

did not throw up this morning

and is feeling better,

she has a fever

he is on his own again.

The steps are mapped out

still there from yesterday

it did not snow last night.

He trots unconcerned, eventually looking up

from his breadcrumbs,

thinking only of making it to school on time

for the first time in a while.



Matthew and his sister walk side by side

she is still sniffling.

When the yellow bus pulls up

they are still a block away,

and it is Matthew who chases it down

and his sister

who drifts through


dot-to-dot footprints.

10-Day Blog Challenge…Day 6

Picture 20Five People Who Mean A Lot, in No Order Whatsoever

1. My mom! My mom is the best!

2. My best friend, who I love very much and see very often. We are very different but it’s okay, that’s part of the reason we’re so close.

3. My other best friend,who I love very much as well but don’t see very often. We’re pretty much exactly alike, although she’s a bit of a social butterfly whereas I am socially awkward. The only reason I don’t get to visit with her more often is because she lives three-ish hours away. We’ve been friends since preschool (I exaggerate not) and I think we’ll keep being friends for a while.

4. My little sister. Of course. I don’t know where I’d be without her. My little brother too.

5. And finally…drum roll please… this kid who talked to me this one day. I was sitting by myself, and he walks up and talks to me. He was very friendly about it. He never actually told me his name, although I happened to hear one of his friends call him, and I never told him mine. However, not only was it very exciting, but it gave me an ego boost too. Maybe I look more approachable than I feel like I do. So, to the kid who came up to talk to me, thanks. You might not have thought about it too much but it meant a lot.

Ciao for now,