April Is Daffodil Month

She offered me the opportunity,
to donate. She offered me a daffodil to wear, tucked
neatly, smartly
onto my jacket lapel.
Would I like to join the fight against Cancer? She smiles.
No thank you.
I wear my daffodil under my clothes and try to
forget it.
It was carved onto my skin with a scalpel.
It’s not a fight. I didn’t win. I didn’t
beat it.
Medicine. Doctors. A lot of luck.
The best we can…

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Thoughts for a Sunday.

Allowing the dog to eat spilled dog food off the floor is not the same as vacuuming.

Thoughts for a Sunday.

Allowing the dog to eat spilled dog food off the floor is not the same as vacuuming.

When I get old.

When I get old.

1620604_10152137229291005_629463375_nWhen I get old, I want to wear wigs.

I want to wear garish red lipstick and flirt outrageously with handsome young men.

When I get old, I want to sit in the sun where I can hear the waves crashing against the beach.

I want to giggle at the boys who walk by wearing their wetsuits carrying their surf boards under their arm.

When I get old, I want to drink tea while reading books.

When I get old,…

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Study Aide

I’ll trade you my house full of chocolate for a tin of Pringles.

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Nostalgia

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Yoga

Fact - there’s more yoga mat in bread than there is bread in people who use yoga mats #notreallyafact

#sadmaturestudent

Reading cookbooks, sipping wine and “enjoying” student life. It’s hard to get just the right shade of orange when creating such a fine dining pasta experience.

#sadmaturestudent

Reading cookbooks, sipping wine and “enjoying” student life. It’s hard to get just the right shade of orange when creating such a fine dining pasta experience.

Miss Fortune Cookie

I ordered combo #4 for one. Which makes this cookie seems less like a fortune and more like a confirmation bias.

Miss Fortune Cookie

I ordered combo #4 for one. Which makes this cookie seems less like a fortune and more like a confirmation bias.

Defining One’s Self

It seems I face an eternal battle between who I am and who I’d like to be.

Defining One’s Self

It seems I face an eternal battle between who I am and who I’d like to be.