“When we are old one night and the moon
arcs over the house like an antique
China saucer and the teacup sun
follows somewhere far behind
I hope the stars deepen to a shine
so bright you could read by it…”
Sigh. I just love this poem so much. So, so, so, so much.
I absolutely loved Melanie Shankle‘s first memoir, Sparkly Green Earrings. Now she’s back with a second memoir and this time she’s writing about marriage. You cannot even imagine how much I am dying to get my hands on a copy of this book. Should you need me, I suggest starting your search in the black market district. I will not emerge sans antelope book in hand.
“I know you don’t want to be touched and for some reason, an innocent compliment can offend you. When he says, “You’re so pretty”, you think he’s mocking you because you’re in the yoga pants you’ve been wearing 4 days in a row and your hair is either falling out of your scalp or tied so tightly on top of your head that your eyebrows are permanently surprised. You think when he hugs you he’s just trying to do the thing that made all this chaos start in the first place and that ticks you off. Please. PLEASE. Listen when I say these things.
Stop. Take a breath. Recharge. Try again…”
Apparently this was controversial which is so baffling to me. I thought it was great.
I have issues. I know this. I can’t explain it, but I can only manage to hit my daily water intake goal if I have a cup with a straw. Give me a pink, retro cup with a straw, though, and you can just call me Hallie Hydration. Or Hydrated Hallie. Or just Hallie. That would be fine, too.
Sir Alexander Fleming
God bless you, Sir Alexander Fleming. Thanks to you, we are winning our war against the VERY SERIOUS DISEASE.
I’d send you kisses, but then you might DIE. Just ask Lucy.
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