I miss you; I love you; You are always with me

the seasons

the once-baby on the bus now stands on her mama's lap; the baby carrier has turned into a stroller.

i have one more grey hair, near the part of my hair--it's wiry and wants to be heard.

the town is in bloom, rhododendron cupcakes all throughout; it smells like the flowers i imagine mrs. dalloway bought.

i've gone to windows down or open, and though i damn how quickly times goes, i love having the spring breeze.

on the Route 1 bus

Today I was riding the bus to campus and we were passing stops--moving, moving, moving. And the bus slowed down. I saw this guy running toward the bus and when he realized it was slowing down to pick him up, he jumped up in the air, did a fist pump and a celebratory shout. He outwardly did what we all feel inside when we catch the bus after a good sprint. I loved it.

i remember fantasies of glasses broken arms and being an orphan

Right now I'm thinking about each of you - Natasha and street lights and dips in the sidewalk, Kate and snowbound bikes against worn wood and Ally wishing she were at Rogers - and each of these places where you are or wish you were.

the appreciation project.

i started looking at the faces on facebook and why i liked each of those people enough to decide to say "yes" to them on a website. tash, you know how funny i am about that.

so then i started thinking i should articulate why i really do appreciate and want to keep each of those people, even if i haven't talked to them since age 18, in my life via this social networking site.

you ladies care to join? i figured i'd call it the appreciation project.

80s new wave

What is it about 80s New Wave? Jenny? You hear me, right? I hope you do.

Morrissey keeps breaking my heart over and over again and makes me believe I am really lucky because I do have amazing people in my life. Take that, world!

And then I thought... ROAD TRIP 2010!!! Whatcha say, ladies?