1. April 2011 I used to loathe the silence. I would always need to have a TV in the background, as I was a kid, blaring away while I scribbled the math equations in my math papers. I would always have CDs and tapes playing along in my room. When I drive, I blast my … Continue reading Enjoy The Silence
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Leather Travels
29. April 2011 Today is my last day “horse-sitting” in Germany. The three-week experience has fully finally dampened my longing for horses, riding, and animals. These horses gave me something to fuss over. It took about an hour each way to get out to the barn, plus a 10-minute hike up a steep hill. Not … Continue reading Leather Travels
Arrival in Hamburg
Arrival in Hamburg 28. März. 2010, Sunday My overstuffed backpack had become getting heavy on my shoulders. After a week of travel across northern Germany, I’ve begun to collect things, and of course realized that I had packed poorly. Since leaving Bamberg I’ve acquired instant coffee, and oatmeal, and powdered creamer, a plattdeutsch book, a … Continue reading Arrival in Hamburg
My Life in Planes
January 14th, 2010 I watched Up in the Air last night with my Mom. I realized that it is strangely like my life at times. The man in George Clooney’s character didn’t even know how to answer the question, “Where are you from?” While sitting on the airplane, he hesitantly and slowly answered, “here.” He … Continue reading My Life in Planes
A Cool Breeze
A cool breeze snuck through my window this morning. It tickled my nose and made me sneeze. Is that the beginning of fall? Its almost been over a year since I returned from Europe, my suitcases are tucked away. The baggage claim tags are still there, but its again time to wrap up in cotton … Continue reading A Cool Breeze
First Day of Class
I remember standing in the hallway with the group of students who were to be in my class for the coming semester. I hadn’t said a word while all of the students chattered and rambled on about the first days of school, each class met once a week, I taught four classes. That first day, … Continue reading First Day of Class
Grip
Their stories and scars, the things they grasp. All rough and worn, but strong. Everyone has them they come in pairs But these ones, are special. I love to watch them in action, I often stare. Or sneak a peak when no one is there. They dance on keys and caress horsehair strings. A kind … Continue reading Grip
Poesie Sans, Souci 