Love Sustains

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Box

I have this tattered box, filled with her old things. Unfinished cards, meant to last forever, addressed to my brothers. Finished cards, filled with hope from a Brownie Troop. Pamphlets preaching hope despite the known end ("Talking with Your Kids About Funerals"). Lotions, powder, and cremes... all smelling vaguely like her but vaguely of death. A hairbrush with a few of her hairs still snagged in its teeth. I'm holding on to this the most and in some desperate hope that maybe there will be a way to bring her back or that it will be the only way for her to find and keep an eye on me. This tattered box and its contents are all I have left of her. Slowly slowly slowly my memories are fading.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Losing It!

That seems to be the general theme of student life here on campus this week. Although, I'm not one to judge. The combination of stress, writing drafts, depressing episode of Glee, and the never-ending Mothers' Day advertisements ultimately culminated in my own exclamations of "I'm losing it!". I mostly directed this towards myself (typical self-destructive Scorpio, much?) but I apologize if it's affected anyone else. It's a really shitty time of year... seriously. And I ask that everyone think positively and try to minimalize anger. PLEASE!

On another, not much more happy, note, I've started reading this awesome book (as usual). It's called No one belongs here more than you. And it's by new author Miranda July. I HIGHLY suggest it as a read. It's not a novel but a collection of short stories, so you can take a break and just read a story a night or something.

Anywho, I'm anxiously waiting for the end of this semester to be over. Namely, the next 70ish hours...

Friday, April 16, 2010

Everything is Illuminated

"But like his life, he couldn't for the life of him lose the note. It kept returning to him. It stayed with him, like a part of him, like a birthmark, like a limb, it was on him, in him, him, his hymn: I had to do it for myself."

- Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer

I just finished what I would say is the best piece of literature written in the past couple of decades (and of what I've read/heard about). It. is. amazing. I've never been so captivated and engrossed in a book before and I've NEVER enjoyed re-reading a book... until I met this one.

So, yes. If you haven't already, please go check this book out (remember, buy secondhand!)