Attention
I have read studies and heard various views about tactile learning, but I wasn’t able to identify it in myself until recently. I probably appear to be ignoring the world around me as I … Continue Reading
Yearly Archives: 2012
(Un)interesting
I keep trying to write something interesting fun cute whatever, but I am very uncreative tonight. (More than just tonight, I think.) There are lots of beginnings and stop-starts, … Continue Reading
Ten
Tomorrow is Jeff’s and my tenth anniversary. I keep trying to come up with something meaningful clever witty inspiring to write about it us. But I just can’t get it right. Part of why … Continue Reading
Self
I have spent a lot of time indoors the last year-and-a-half. After a run-in with pure evil antibiotics, the sun has decided not to play nice with my skin, and I had to put it on a – long – … Continue Reading
Rice*
He never laid a finger on her, he said. Technically, he was right. He was very careful with his words. The forearm to her throat as he pushed her into the corner told a different story. She cringed from the … Continue Reading
Fiction
Some people view fiction as pointless insignificant a waste. In certain cases, that’s probably true. But not always. To see from someone else’s point-of-view, empathize with them feel their feelings think … Continue Reading
Altered
I don’t think I have ever had the same dream twice, so it’s not exactly fair to call it recurring. It’s more like an altered version of something I’ve dreamt before. Somehow, in this dream state, I have memories. I … Continue Reading
Girlfriend*
At this point, she would be okay if he just told his friends he liked her. Or he could be daring and call her his girlfriend. She may even agree to keep their relationship a secret for a while, if … Continue Reading
Brat
Usually if I am short with Jeff, it means my blood sugar is low. He learned this early on, and is very good at making sure I don’t go too long between meals. Of course, that is in his best … Continue Reading
Recital*
The slush splattered under her boots as she trudged down the road. She hated the snow and everything about it. Icy roads, roadblocks, numb fingers, wet socks, and that chill inside every bone that refused to subside no matter how … Continue Reading