anyone can slay a dragon...but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again. that's what takes a real hero.

brian andreas

dear husband-to-be,

hey!

you!

hurry up. it is spring in new york and suddenly there are good looking men... everywhere.

everywhere! i say.

and i might get distracted.

ah hell, i might just marry such a distraction.

love,
the woman with the eye wandering towards you

i've posted this song before, in a different form. but i couldn't not post it again. because this video might be one of the most beautiful things i've ever seen. i keep coming back to it--the immediacy and tangible quality of the emotions.

so please indulge me.

i remember

 

i remember the first moment i saw him. the first flicker of a smile as he brushed past.

i remember the night we sat on opposite ends of the couch as the world ended. and the secret that gave way to sadness.

i don't remember him saying it might all work out. i've read that now, all these many years later, but i don't remember it.

i remember the day he said i'd find my own ella fitzgerald. i'd like to tell him now that i have--in the sounds of the pacific northwest and britsh folk movement.

and i remember the night he passed over my favorite book. wrote it off. and how i missed that clue.

i remember baseball caps and tennis shoes. living room floors and promises left there. single keys passing hands. and single booths at late-night diners.

i don't remember how much was missed--how many pointed glances were not taken in, how many tilts of the head went unnoticed. how often we spoke past the person, our words left hanging around our ankles.

i remember 125th street and an opened book quickly closed again.

but for the life of me i can't remember how my mouth felt as it wrapped itself around his name.

photo by sam shorey

blue hands...warm heart?

dear anonymous,

you were totally right, the toothpaste was enormously helpful in removing the blue egg-dye.

an indebted and grateful clean-handed brunette,
meg