Turtles

Found on my Sunday afternoon run.

My Dad is Funny

I was sitting in the surgical waiting room with my dad when a big goth girl walked by. My dad looked at her and said, "I wonder what she charges to haunt a house."

Guest Blogger: Mary Katherine

That's What She Said.

Three of My Favorite People - and Right When I Need Them!

First, big ups to Mary Katherine! When I told her I lost my notebook she suggested that maybe I packed it. AND I DID! Found! [Insert happy dance here.] Ok, thanks also to St. Anthony (who, btw, works at the Department of Social Services.)

Osito and I went to The Bruised Apple book store yesterday. I've been feeling a little down, a little unsure. And look what I found!

Robbie visits me everywhere. And speaking of...

St. Anthony wrote a poem and gave me a copy. I can't say that is is about me or for me, but it kinda is. I've reveled and wallowed in it for the last two weeks. And this morning I realized that Pema Chodron would scold me a little. I've only seen this grief through my own eyes. The second time I read the poem I cried, not because I missed Robbie so much (though of course I do), but because I have become accustomed to this new relationship with him. Where, for example, he shows up at the Bruised Apple. Where will I find him next? Don't tell me - I want it to be a surprise!

Identity Crisis

I am registered on Meetup, though I've never gone to an event (I should, though, right?) In today's roundup I was selected to participate in "Black Professionals of Chicago." It sounds like a certain Cardozo grad was asked to write that algorithm.

Dear St. Anthony, May I Remind You That the Pen is Mightier than the Sword?

I lost my notebook. The one where I write my short stories. I am heartbroken. So much good work in there. Please come back, notebook. There is a very remote possibility that I packed it, but I don't think so.

Post Script

Thanks, Google images!

Yesterday I was on the phone with my mom and she asked if the reason I left the other day was because of the baldness and toothlessness (see below.) Of course not!