A While

It's been a while since I have posted and lots has happened since the last post. 

I was definitely thinking about the beginning of the school year then and looking ahead. 

Now I feel like I am definitely in the middle. I am in the middle of everything. In the middle of the school year. In the middle of reviews. In the middle of classes. In the middle.

Middles can kind of be squashy can't they? 

But then why are the middles of Oreo cookies so sweet? 

Why can't I see that about my current middle?

Dodge the cat in the middle of the table.

Beginnings!

New school year has begun! New beginnings, new friends! New challenges!


Fall is my favourite time of year.

Lunch

Hi everyone,

I really enjoyed meeting up with everyone for pizza today. First of all I really like pizza so thanks to Ms. S for organizing it. Pizza has always been my favourite.

Mostly I really liked seeing all of you and hearing about what inspires you to write. I really felt like there were other people at Hodgson like me. People who look at the world like I do. People who like words, creativity, art, and exploring the world around them or their thoughts and feelings. These are the things that inspire me as well.

So thanks to all for getting up and sharing.

Have a great evening.

A Leak

Upper West Side Story?

Poem: Pinot Gris with a Side of Frites

                                                                                I

a red umbrella

and a host

of spiky ferns

and miniature trees

shade me from

the hot

humidity

of mid-July

the tinny twang

of accordion music

filters outside

drowning

the noise from

offices

condos

hotels

I place my hand

on the smooth

leather of the menu

open it

II

mother and son

friend

a flurry of

arms

pudge and

willow

reaching out

and

holding onto

smiles

understanding

they seem happy

I think

III

a cold glass

of pinot gris

is placed on

the wrought

iron

leaves

and vines

of the table

condensation

already

beading

on the bowl

of the glass

a jutting hip

complete

with hand

waits

-Je voudrais

un hamburger

et des frites,

s’il vous plaît.

-Yeah. Sure.

IV

garish vibrance

shuffles past

in stockinged sandled

feet

arms wide open

to balance a

bent

lived in body

with acceptance

V

the frites

overflow

haphazard

from the

butcher paper

and

white porcelain cup

I take one

the prettiest

hot and

steaming

carefully

place it

in my mouth

salt

grease

Paris

on a summer afternoon

and it only cost

$23.50

to get here

No Arguments

"Ever since I learned to see three sides to every story, I'm finding much better stories." 

My Own Confessions

Confessions of a Chocoholic |

What to say about this article ... I relate. Something that I want to have in my life far more every day. Not an absolute banishment of chocolate since that truly wouldn't be a life worth living for me or I imagine anyone else for that matter.

I just yearn to be more aware like the woman in the article. She "gets" what chocolate really means for her. I guess I am just hoping to figure out what chocolate means to me ... so it just doesn't have as much control over me as it has.