emily plath golightly

I like it when you see a stranger and you get to catch a little glimpse into their life and what it might be like. The other day, at work, an adorable man walked up pushing a baby stroller and holding a Down East Outfitters bag in his hand. It was just him there, buying his food, and yet-- in this man, standing there by himself, I could see the other people he was connected to. i caught a glimpse of what fatherhood meant to him and what his relationship with his baby girl might be like just be looking at the pink stroller he was pushing with a tinge of pride in his eyes. I caught a glimpse of his wife in the shopping bag he held that possibly contained the dress that he was going to surprise her with that night or the dress she asked him to pick up for her, or hold after she purchased it. His life seemed really nice in that glimpse. One man. Three people. A little glimpse of what his whole world might be like. i wonder what people catch a glimpse of when I walk up to counters...

"I saw myself sitting at the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, the plopped to the ground at my feet.."

"'What about me?' she said whispered and shivered again. 'I'm very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away. The mean reds, their nothing. The fat woman, she's nothing, this, though... '"



excerpts taken from my notebook... the bell jar.. and breakfast at tiffany's (novel)

i feel a little strange

i'm excited about this

i promise to try

so. i was thinking.
this week.

when i need to open my computer to work on things. i am going to open it- and work on those things. and when i am done working on those things, i am going to close my computer.

when i do not need to open my computer for any reason, but i just kind of feel like opening it... i am going to open a book instead...

(books are the new boyfriends, after all.)

almost love stories

Single & Looking: Almost Love Stories

This lil' play opens tonight and runs through Saturday! It's just $5.00 at BYU in the Margettes Theatre.
Matthew Greene wrote this play. You might remember him, he also wrote Selfless: A Marathon Dance in 2 Acts (aka. They Shoot Horses, Don't They?) that we did at the beginning of the semester. He really good at what he does... play writing... and he is graduating, so you should come see this last piece of his here in Provo before he runs off to become famous.

Come and see it. I am sure you will laugh.

And speaking of almost love stories, I really love this:

good surprises

Sometimes it's just Thursday.. blah Thursday. (like last Thursday, for example)

And then, suddenly, your brother sends you a text message saying he is IN UTAH with his wife and little boy..
and then, BLAMO! you get to go spend a couple of lovely hours at ikea with your favorite brother and sister in law.. and also this adorable face:

And Thursday is better.
Grey is graduating to a big boy bed now...

i wonder when I will graduate to the big girl bed? (Twin beds are lame)

easter

Hope is the thing with feathers,
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune, without words
and never stops at all.
-emily dickenson

And what is it that ye shall hope for?
Behold I say unto you that ye shall
have hope through the atonement of
Christ and the power of his resurrection,
to be raised unto life eternal, and this
because of your faith in him according
to the promise..

Wherefore, there must needs be faith;
and if there must be faith there must
also be hope; and if there must be hope
there must also be charity.
-Moroni 7:41/Moroni 10:20

faith. hope. charity (which is love).

Happy Easter!