Back Again

Copley Square

This is quite possibly my favorite spot in all of Boston.
And it's getting harder to leave every time.

A List

• Basically two straight weeks at home (with a 36-hour break in the middle) is fun. Even if Jess says she gets sick of me.
• I genuinely miss poem-a-day February. I might create poem-a-day March.
• The boy turns 18 tomorrow. Oof.

• Murry has been laying on the bed all morning. I'm not positive that he realizes this morning was his last walk with Megan, but I kind of think he might. He's been a lot quieter than usual.
• I wish I could wear flannel all the time.
• Tomorrow cannot come soon enough.

Published, Again

I recently submitted a guest post to the LDS literary blog called Segullah, and today they published it. So for today's reading, I'd like to redirect your attention here.


And yes, I am excited to be publishing things a few weeks in a row. Even if it is just for blogs. A whole lot better than no publishing at all.

I, I Love You

And I keep hittin' repe-pe-pe-pe-pe-peat.





Happy Valentine's Day.

C Saved February (Unintentionally)

I've been writing poems.


When C was in his MFA program, he decided to write one poem every day during the month of February. It was a good exercise, apparently, because he's reinstated it this year. After expressing mild interest, he convinced me to do it too.

We have had multiple discussions about my hatred for February (see: here, here). But the past twelve days (we're only two days shy of the halfway point) haven't been so bad. Even the weather's been fairly cooperative (if I still lived in Boston, we'd be having an entirely different conversation). And I have to say, I kind of  think it's because I've been writing. It's a good exercise for my brain when I have no formal employment. Plus, it's relaxing and actually really fun.

February can be good. With poems. 

I would just like to go on record saying

when a boy says to you, "Can I take you on a date on Saturday?" it is so much nicer than, "Do you want to go to dinner?" or (worse), "We should do something this weekend!"


500 points to you already, sir. Way to be ballsy and call it what it is. 

A Thought about HBP

Listening to HP audiobook on the bus to Portland and made a discovery. At the beginning of "The Lightening-Struck Tower" when Harry tries to get Dumbledore back to the castle and to the hospital wing, Dumbledore repeatedly asks for Snape rather than Madame Pomfrey. I always assumed he wanted Snape to heal him, like he had when Dumbledore put on Marvolo Gaunt's ring.

But perhaps he actually wanted Snape to come and fulfill his Unbreakable Vow. Harry was afraid drinking Voldemort's potion was killing Dumbledore. Maybe he wasn't wrong.