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1, 2, 3 . . . breathe | behind these green eyes
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Behind these green eyes. Just a girlie girl. We turn not older with years, but newer every day. Emily Dickinson. 1, 2, 3 . . . breathe. November 8, 2013. I’ve been swimming regularly for about a year now and I still can’t believe it. I’m not great, scratch that, I’m not even good but I’m doing it. I’m in there, splashing around from one end of the pool to the other until I amass about a 1/2 mile or so and guess what? IT FEELS FREAKIN GREAT, I SWIM, I’M A SWIMMER! Towel (make it fun ladies). Boots (baby i...
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i miss you mom | behind these green eyes
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Behind these green eyes. Just a girlie girl. We turn not older with years, but newer every day. Emily Dickinson. I miss you mom. March 5, 2010. 8220;It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.”. And creates beautiful things. With diligence and hard work largely due to your influence. But most of all i miss your advice, your voice and your love. You are co...
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everyonesanocean « Everyone's an Ocean
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Everyone's an Ocean. It’s her house too. July 13, 2014. There’s a trick to this part of the vacuuming, I tell Hollis. He asks, sighing and seeming low on patience. OK, you don’t ever go back there behind the couch. The cat has stuff stored back there. He’s looking at me. I say, It’s her house too. You could train her. You could teach her to pick up her goddamn toys and put them where they belong. But I have, I say. She did. They are. That is. Mary Robison (is my new jesus). June 25, 2014. I want to boast.
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Imaginary Friends « Everyone's an Ocean
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Everyone's an Ocean. June 15, 2014. There is a lot to like in Amy Hempel’s Art of Fiction interview. 8216;Wear your heart on the page, and people will read to find out how you solved being alive.’ That was Gordon [Lish] twenty years ago, and that’s what I’m still trying to do. I read author interviews like other people read Us Weekly. So,. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. And tagged amy hempel. AWOL from the Army of the Upright →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Enter your ema...
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Everyone's an Ocean « Page 2
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Everyone's an Ocean. How I am with books. February 21, 2013. February 19, 2013. Blue was like a crazed person. Blue. I almost laughed (I felt too sad to cry) to think there are people who do not know that animals suffer. Alice Walker in the essay. I am so sick of people telling me which animals I am allowed to sympathize with and which are dirty, diseased, and unworthy of humane treatment. That logic is so fucked up. We fumbled through evicting from our kitchen. February 15, 2013. February 6, 2013. Enter...
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It’s her house too « Everyone's an Ocean
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Everyone's an Ocean. It’s her house too. July 13, 2014. There’s a trick to this part of the vacuuming, I tell Hollis. He asks, sighing and seeming low on patience. OK, you don’t ever go back there behind the couch. The cat has stuff stored back there. He’s looking at me. I say, It’s her house too. You could train her. You could teach her to pick up her goddamn toys and put them where they belong. But I have, I say. She did. They are. That is. Mary Robison (is my new jesus). This entry was posted in life.
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Link link « Everyone's an Ocean
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Everyone's an Ocean. April 24, 2013. This blog is stalled because I’m posting on: adventuredykes.blogspot.com. Also, bc I don’t have access to wifi, or electricity! Check out the other blog and you’ll see. This entry was posted in travel. Imaginary Friends →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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thankfully joyful | behind these green eyes
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Behind these green eyes. Just a girlie girl. We turn not older with years, but newer every day. Emily Dickinson. December 6, 2012. 8220;All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.” Henry Ellis. There is no “fine mingling” about it, letting go is one of the hardest things to do. holding on and better yet, holding tight is so much easier. And the fantabulous group of girls that let me run and swim and bike with them all showed up for the event. The need to have everyone toge...
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Sense or senseless | behind these green eyes
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Behind these green eyes. Just a girlie girl. We turn not older with years, but newer every day. Emily Dickinson. November 6, 2013. To cause or permit a part of the body, especially the hand or fingers, to come in contact with so as to feel. I’m partial to really soft silky touches like Rachel’s cheek (she’s currently wandering across the US so I’ve been deprived of this face for quite some time) and. 1, 2, 3 . . . breathe. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).