June 2010
7 posts
List
1. bank, withdraw money, apply for a new debit card
2. pay utilities and buy burger food
3. clean apartment
4. class
5. advisor
6. EBT phone interview
7. Money stuff
8. Transcripts
9. Call parents
10. Write Josh back
Grandpa Joe
“The Good Life….” I wonder if we have ever stopped to define exactly what that means? For some, the Good Life is confused with looking good. They are preoccupied with their appearance, as if that is all that really matters in life. Our culture puts a premium on being attractive. For others, the Good Life is confused with feeling good. Their goal is minimizing pain and maximizing pleasure, and they...
Breana
She reads my work aloud, only by request. We play Truth or Dare even though she doesn’t like it because it’s hard for her to think of things to give as dares or ask as truths. She dances when I ask her to even if she is alone. She always asks for things she wants but is too lazy to get. I always get them, and try not to complain; for there are days when I feel lazy, and she gets me...
She sat there silent in the seconds before it started again. Every time this happened, she could feel her world being torn apart by the very seems that held the fabric of her entire existence; but then again, what else was new. She held her younger brother close to her chest. He could feel her heart beat pumping into his brain. He never understood why she did this; but knew it was for his own...
Today I felt alone. I saw the world for what it was. I didn’t turn away either. Yesterday I told her to sit by the fire and relax for awhile. We could sit there and be infinite. You can tell me secrets and I’ll swear I’ll never tell. It’s cold outside and as the night filled the town with shadows and streetlights we fell into each other’s gaze. Your words flew from...
I remember...
…the first time I promised you I’d be king one day. You hugged me a little tighter and told me that you believed in me. I’m sorry that I lied, but being king isn’t in everyone’s cards. Sometimes childhood promises are childish. But I still feel it when I come home. I feel the strain that promise created when I told you long ago, that I’d be king one day. I know...