lately, i feel like i’m fulfilling a role in never wanted but always dreamed of. i’m a reporter by trade. it’s the talking and the words that i specialize in. not the accompanying pictures. with words, i can sit back and enjoy my subject’s voice, the tonalities and pitch when they get excited about [...]
Archive for July, 2007
foto girl
Posted in everyday on July 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils
Posted in everyday on July 18, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
today was a day that i look forward to every year–time to buy a new agenda. i was one of those kids that early on looked forward to starting school, just so i could indulge in the annual ritual of buying school supplies. the thought of walking slowing through the isles at the local [...]
Friday the 13th
Posted in everyday on July 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
so yesterday was friday the 13th, the second and last 13th of the year. my husband calls me at work while i’m frantically trying to get a hold of a source for a last minute story. his calls during the day help get me out of the stress zone i’m at, even if it is [...]
the rock show
Posted in everyday on July 10, 2007 | 1 Comment »
there’s something about concerts that really fulfills something inside of me that nothing else can. i have no idea how to explain it. being somewhere where everyone in the room/area is there to enjoy the music, the pure, unfiltered music. being in a crowd of strangers that share something in common with you…there’s something to [...]
doctor’s call
Posted in everyday on July 10, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
i received the call i was dreading all weekend. it was my doctor confirming that the scans i had taken last Thursday had echoed his concerns, a tumor in my neck. granted, its benign, but still there and will be surgically removed, or so he says.
i feel relieved, believe it or not. up until now, [...]
insomnia-inspired musings
Posted in everyday on July 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
ugh. i have had a runny nose for months now. i have no idea what it is. i feel like i am terminally sick, i never get better. when its not one thing, its another. is this what getting older is all about? if so, i want my money back. or maybe its the weather, [...]
