The Paper

After 1 hour in front of my computer, this is all I have:



Just the “titles”, which are really mocking me right now, saying bleh you have nothing there to write for us!

Whew. My only consolation is that I am not the only student who is struggling. And this is not really a good thing to fall back into. Demit.


The Kind Of Love That’s Still Worth Believing In


Thought Catalog

I believe in waking up to a good morning text. Not because you feel like you need to do it, or because you saw someone do it in a movie one time, but because the first thing you want to do when you wake up without me is to feel like I’m next to you. I’ll write you just before I go to bed — I always get to sleep later — and when I wake up, your response will be there:

“Good morning, beautiful.”

I want to hold your hand across the table at dinner, without even realizing I’m doing it. I believe in public displays of affection that never feel public, because we don’t even notice anyone’s around us. Sometimes we’ll be that couple on the train who is kissing in the corner, and neither of us will care, because this world could use a little more love…

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Practice School

The little man’s started with what I’d like to call the Practice School. The local daycare provides 2 hours of learning and fun for toddlers and, since my aunt is the “teacher”, I kinda enrolled my boy there. Yesterday was his first day and, whew, he won’t sit still. His father and I (yes, for once, we agreed on something!) like for him to interact with other kids his age so, there… he has a couple of hours of causing mayhem in my aunt’s world. Haha!