Thursday, May 29, 2014

Last day of school

Our friend Diane brought the dress, a commemoration is in order. Pinot noir and Perrier, eating burritos and listening to stories. Feels like the wheels of fate are turning, but maybe it's just that I've been reading my horoscope. Tallulah--a budding literary critic and math aficionado. Adam and I, learning to write for a living (if the stars are willing). A job interview in St. Thomas coming up--thinking, just have fun. The secret is joy.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Visit from Grandpa Dan, Grandma Donna, and Auntie Robin!

With thanks to Grandpa Dan for a bunch of these photos.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Getting ready to go is a unique static, in between. Everything around you’s about to disappear. Seeing it from a distance, evaluating. What we might miss.
I’ve never loved the ocean for anything but its own sake. True seafarers are moved by forces I just theorize. I haven’t felt that blood pull into the elements; it surprises me how clearly I remember things I’ve thrown up underway, even seven or eight years ago.       
     But now, rowing across the bay, the sea smells like watermelon, and—it’s ancient, but always new. Nothing but stories out there.

Friday, May 2, 2014

Lucha libre

Her current role model is a woman called Diab√≥lica. 
 In the DR you can be hanging out under a palm tree, and when someone passes by, wondering how you are, you can comment, "Estoy en la lucha." I think it signifies that just getting by can be hard enough. And hey, why make it harder than it has to be? I love that somehow. Estoy en la lucha.