I Netflixed HBO’s True Blood (season one) a while back. I was kind of disgusted with myself for loving it, as it seemed to be a rip off of the Twilight series (which is NOT good if you’re over, oh, say, 17), with some things reversed, but Google search results came to my rescue, educating…
love wanted
Struggling with what love is to someone else. To me, it’s doing things just so the other person feels good. It’s not doing things that make them feel bad. It’s sometimes sacrificing what I want immediately for me, because it would hurt the other person.
for the love of dog
The love of a dog is constant snuggled up, slobber and wiggles and wet noses, unconditional love. The love of a person is a choice. They must choose over and over again to love. They must choose love over striking out, turning away, giving up. I think that is what makes the love of a…
grandma on the grandsons
On Monday morning, when A and S and I walked to the park, I looked at those two boys and thought how I should cherish the moment: A with a green bandana covering his head with silvered sunglasses and S in heart-shaped sunglasses with red shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt wearing his sandals backwards….
fog
The buzz of the alarm clock got me out of bed and across the room to press snooze. I collapsed to my knees, face on the carpet, prostrating myself before the god of the morning. Gone were the days I woke with joy, shaking my limbs, unable to let sleep claim one more second of…
sunshine
I always knew that when I was sad or lonely, all I had to do was reach deep inside myself and let out a ray of golden sunshine. Mama told me, the words slipping through fading lips with her last life breaths, that there was sunshine in my soul that would keep me warm forever,…
waiting in darkness
Makes me wonder if newly blind people feel like that. Like they have their eyes open so wide and are just waiting. Waiting for that image, that shape, that shade of black. But it never comes. Would you have to stop yourself from waiting, from thinking that there was something unseen (in the darkness) that…
Libro de los Abrazos
Un hombre del pueblo de Neguá, en la costa de Colombia, pudo subir al alto cielo. A la vuelta, contó. Dijo que había contemplado, desde allá arriba, la vida humana. Y dijo que somos un mar de fueguitos. “El mundo es eso,” reveló. “Un montón de gente, un mar de fueguitos.” Cada persona brilla con…
Story
A huge fire broke out in the forest. All the threatened animals were scared and fled, except the hummingbird, who decided to stay and put out the fire. It flew to the nearest river and picked up a few drops of water, then came back and put them on the fire. The other animals watched…
Look Homeward, Angel
For if a man should dream of heaven and, waking, find within his hand a flower as token that he had really been there — what then, what then? Thomas Wolfe. Look Homeward, Angel.