Hooray, my sister and I turn twenty-two today! Twenty-two feels like a grown-up birthday. It’s not like twenty-one, where it was blurry and everyone handed me drinks, and I puked up wine and kissed my boyfriend’s neighbor. Twenty-two is a quiet birthday, an acknowledgment that I’m still here and I’m getting older despite my heels … Continue reading »
Whoops, I haven’t posted in almost two weeks… my bad! I’ve been a busy lady what with the holidays and work, friends visiting from out of town, etc etc. I had wanted to do a post about having a recovery-focused Thanksgiving and I’m a little disappointed that I didn’t do it; hopefully those of you … Continue reading »
It’s 3 am and I can’t sleep; instead I lie here, thinking about persons I’ve loved or at least pretended to, persons who have told me they loved me to which I laughed incredulously in reply (who could love me?). I’m lonely and introspective – a bad combination when lying in the dark at three … Continue reading »
A little over a year ago, I saw this poetry performance by an old elementary school classmate, Cormac White: I had first heard his poem a few months after I was discharged from treatment, so his theme of reclaiming life, of crawling until you walk until you run back into your dance, until you fly.. … Continue reading »
Last night I went to a poetry reading downtown with a boy I’ve been seeing for a little while. This person has already got me smitten beyond belief – I’m absolutely crazy about him for so many reasons. Just when I thought I couldn’t fall for him anymore than I already have, however, he completely … Continue reading »
I’VE WAITED SO LONG FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS. AWW YEEEE! GIRL CRUSHES FOR DAYS, BOOK LOVIN FOR LIFE. Continue reading »
I’ve watched this about seven times now, and each time my heart swells even more. I love this; I love that there is an ode for girls who read, girls who are intelligent and strong-minded and passionate. It’s about time we get recognized and appreciated for our minds and our voracity for the written word! … Continue reading »
On March 20, 2012, PASQUALE “PAT” MARIO ERCOLANO; Pasquale Mario Ercolano was born 19 June 1923 in Rome, Italy, the son of Angelina (née Romano) and Ernesto Ercolano. He spent his childhood in Sorrento, Italy, and as a teenager served as a steward on Italian merchant vessels plying the Mediterranean. He was an enlisted radio … Continue reading »
