reflecting on various topics
I’m not going to list all of my favorites, but here are a few that I really love. 1. West Side Story (Original, 1961) This musical is written on my heart, backwards and forwards. I’ve memorized so much of it. I grew up on it. via GIPHY via GIPHY d a 2. Music and Lyrics …
I was going through files from my college laptop and I found this video from 2010. It was in my choir class at Pepperdine with Milton Pullen, and us music education majors were taking turns practicing conducting our own choir. (The piece is “Amor de mi Alma,” by Z. Randall Stroope). It’s really moving to …
this morning in a tweet: when you’re so hungry that the sweet coating of your advil feels like a major food group at from yesterday: at keeping watch I see a bird on the top of our neighbor’s chimney a perfect silhouette against the sky I wonder if it can see the ocean, and what …
I went for a walk today. I tried to notice things. Tried to be present. I loved all the shades in the trunk of this eucalyptus tree. something about it really got to me Hope you’re ok. ♥️
Ice cream is always good. Except when it gets freezer burn, then it isn’t good. I remember getting something at Baskin Robbins years ago that I loved. I think it was “Gold Medal Ribbon?” Something like that. It had chocolate and it had caramel swirls in it. It was my favorite. I like strawberry ice …
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Hahahahaha. *ahem* This isn’t about me*, and it isn’t about you* and it isn’t about my husband* and it isn’t about any of our neighbors* or our parents* or literally anyone specific* *it’s about Generic People A and B. naturally. Seriously though here are some semi-unedited opinions: 1. The church encourages women to gaslight …
Last weekend we celebrated my mom’s birthday and it was a really sweet time. We made cranes. I made dinner. I’ve been experimenting with browning ground beef or pork- pork is better, and then making a cream cheese sauce, with pasta. It made me really happy to see that people liked it. Alex made brownies. …
I’ve been trying to find words that explain how I feel and the thing is that I’m just screaming inside. it isn’t polite, it isn’t mature, it isn’t compartmentalizable it’s not even carnal it’s like my soul is on fire, like I’m twisted and being tortured like my heart is shattered into pieces so small …
(sidenote, it is very difficult to photograph a can of crushed tomatoes!): —– No one else is really writing about this, so I guess it’s up to me. Crushed tomatoes are a marvelous invention. Canning is, really. I mean. What if all you could ever eat were fresh tomatoes, and when they were out of …
(pic from january) just felt like it was time I wrote about this. k. So overall, I would consider myself a big fan of sunsets. They typically are always a good thing. An excellent track record, that every time there is a sunset, it manages to be special, if we take the time to notice …
