i wish i could somehow show this photo to myself ten years ago.
“chill. you will find a GORGEOUS man. a good man. and you will have a baby boy with curly blonde hair and crystal clear blue eyes. and they will both love you so much that they root for the mets.
my magical trip to maui feels like a lifetime ago.
maui is far from home. like stupid far. flights are long and expensive. i know there will be years i will not see the girl with whom i once shared a one bedroom apartment. some years she will not see her family. i needed to know, to really know inside my bones, that my girl has a home in maui. that she has people on the island who love and understand her.
at the close of the hike i flew off the rocks, my feet thirsty for brick colored sand. i shimmied out of my dress, kicked my sandals to the side, and dove into the cool crystal water. rainbow fish darted between my legs.
i went to mass this morning. the service was held on a serene stretch of shore under a massive tree. the pastor wore sandals and a trucker hat. my girlfriend and i sat side by side on woven straw beach blankets.
through the looking glass: greenport, li
We sat on the couch eating sushi as Pope Francis delivered mass to nearly 20,000 humans at Madison Square Garden Friday night. My mister and I sat, shoveling shumai in our faces and cried at the beauty of it all.
sun glistened on the brown and green glass. light became fuzzy black spots in the corners of my eyes as i glanced up at the sun dancing on the debris. trash. transformed into unearthly caves of from far away galaxies. pieces of broken blue and white china.
i watched the sun fall over the pacific ocean four days in a row. on the first evening i believed my friend journeyed to the beach to show me and my mister our first ever san diego sunset.
this week i came face to face with one of those ridiculous situations which can only happen in a dunkin donuts.