19o

texas… where the streets all have at least two names, and you’re lucky if one of them is posted as a sign. full of gentlemen and hard work. the weather changes as often as my mind, and home is only a good meal away.

17o

i am a jealous woman.  i hope that one day, i will feel secure and confident -like i won’t have to worry about every woman becoming a threat.  that each flat tummy, tight legs, or flowing hair won’t be a neon sign to my own physical shortcomings.

i know i’m not an ogre, but rather, average.

it’s funny – when you’re average … you don’t have an “average” amount of self confidence -

one-to-one ratios seem to not work when hips are involved.

81b

when someone says something out of the blue that i need to hear or reaches out to bring me in, it’s almost like getting a post-it note from god. “dear mandy – i’m watching and i love you.”

73b

will anyone ever love me as much as my dog? warm belly and nose kisses no mater what i’ve done.

72b

and now the background story emerges for our main character. she turns to one that has always been there but can never truly be there for her. three taps later and the dam of memories comes down to expose hidden desires blanketed in unspoken understanding. smile. nod. they both move on.

66b

on the news tonight, they showed a window that supposedly had the image of jesus in it. tons of people have visited the apartment window. candles with the virgin mary surrounding the glass. people on their knees praying. so they moved the window to a church and the pope has named it. while it was being taken out, it cracked.

all of the people were upset.

i am so glad that i don’t need a window with a shape in it to see god.

59b

silly puppy with long ears. always happy to see me even though i’ve punished her every day for something. i hope that one day i can have unconditional love like that.

silly humans with long memories.

56b

anyone who says it never snows in texas has never seen the cottonwood seeds fall the way they do here. a strong summer breeze can bring a winter of white.

50b

friend tells me that
one shouldn’t try for perfection
but-
what’s the point of playing
a lost game?
when nobody’s looking,
i’m raising the bar
for my little plastic gamepiece
shhh….

47b

we must find a way to bottle first graders’ energy – we’d be set.