Saturday, April 12, 2014


April is quite the dream.
It saves me from March, so valiantly, every year.

This is what I have been doing lately:

teaching Rosalita how to put flowers in her hair
reading Nabokov on our big white bed while she sleeps next to me in a yellow dress
collecting flowers that only bloom once a year
cooking exactly three eggs for us to share every morning (scrambled, with cheese)
painting everything turquoise

Rosalita is so sweet.  She walks and talks and holds the telephone like a teenager.  Lots of days it's like having a best friend and lots of days it's really hard.  And lonely.  Very lonely.

 ❀ ❀ ❀ ❀ ❀

Monday, March 17, 2014

Turning Twenty-Six

My birthday was on a Saturday this year.
We were in Florida for three days and it was truly incredible to finally see the sun again.