Archive for January, 2013

Haikuesday 01.29.13

January 29, 2013 Leave a comment

Oh my, jiu jitsu.

I feel dumb when I’m with you.

Thanks for the challenge.

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Haikuesday 01.22.13

January 22, 2013 Leave a comment

I’m home sick today,

which is annoying. At least

I can read for work.

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Mr. Latimer practices self-acceptance. And you should, too.

January 21, 2013 1 comment

Part of the reason I like my dad is because his behavior is 100% predictable. His voice messages will always say, “Hello, daughter. This is your father.” When we eat out at restaurants, he will always blow his straw wrapper at me. He will never wear his seat belt. He will not eat chicken. These things are constants.

And part of the reason I like my dad is because his behavior is 100% unpredictable, like when we’re talking on the phone and he tells me spent his weekend participating in a shooting competition. World War II rifles only. While we know that he likes guns, what was surprising is that the hyper-competitive Mr. Latimer seemed at ease with the fact that he only hit one bulls-eye. He reflected on the fact that he’s wanted to compete for some time and was simply glad he finally got around to doing it.

Old dogs can gain new perspective.

My window.

January 19, 2013 4 comments


This is what I see when I look out of the window in my little kitchen nook in West Philadelphia. Every time I look out, whether on a beaming day like today or when the sky is Philly’s typical shade of grey, I’m flooded with love. I love this city. I lived away from home for ten years. When I look out my window now, I see the city I saw as a child. I know it’s not beautiful. But it’s mine. I’m so glad I live here. I’m even happier that I work here. I know Philly’s a mess, but I’m devoted to it, flaws and all. I’m not giving up on this city.

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little ghosts.

January 18, 2013 Leave a comment

I don’t know what to do about these little ghosts

who ride the bus with me

and sit at the foot of my bed.

There’s no reason for them to follow me.

Our lives our so different,

but they have so much to say.




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Haikuesday 01.15.2013

January 15, 2013 Leave a comment

I dreamt I could fly.

I have this dream once a year.

It’s always awesome.

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This week.

January 12, 2013 2 comments

On Sunday after a run, I cried in the shower.

During my run on Monday, I lost something important.

Then on Tuesday I went for a run, and tripped and fell hard.

Wednesday night, I had trouble falling asleep after a run.

I tried to make myself some tea, and I burned myself badly.

On Thursday, I decided to run early,

making sure I was not late to meet someone who never showed up.

But Friday was OK,

and today is even better.

So maybe it doesn’t matter that this week,

I lost, fell, and got burned.

I’m ready to run.

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