It’s been almost 2 months since I traveled to Colorado and Las Vegas. But in 8 days I head to Friday Harbor off the coast of Washington.
This lupus flare has had me back at home in NJ for almost a year now. I worry that I’m regressing, watching my friends bolt forward while I remain stationary.
I don’t think I’d survive if I couldn’t travel and write. They’re the only way to get out of my head, and my body out of my bed.
One week, one week and I’m in the air again.
Happy Mothers Day to my amazing mom, who has always taken great care of me. She is an astounding, nurse, friend and grandmother. Love you, Mom. (Even if you failed to comply with the silly face picture.)
Guys for a second I thought Josh Lyman was talking about the Kardashians but really it was Cardassians from Star Trek but for a brief, fiery moment, MY WORLDS COLLIDED.
BABY ELI!!A 1981 family photo of the Mannings (left to right): Olivia, Eli, Archie, Peyton and Cooper. (Lane Stewart/SI)
GALLERY: Rare Photos of the Manning Family
And we’re all in a rush, all of the time.
Thick with wit and feeling. I am sad it is over.
Like I would ever say no to this face. Ever.
National Magnetic Poetry Year (oh snap) continues.
My butt hurt from sitting on the kitchen floor so this one is…incomplete.
OR IS IT
I wrote another “poem” at 5am, you know, because drinking a Monster energy drink last night was a good idea.
This one’s a little God themed, but let it be known how I don’t plot these, think about them, or even have an idea about what I am going to shove together on a magnetic surface until I sit in front of my sad, 20 year old mini-fridge. So maybe it’s about God. Or maybe it’s not.
Who knows? It’s just magnetic poetry, yo!
Text as I’d have done it:
Some life
never needing
your coffee dark
or the
sky blue
It is almost
like asking
to laugh
to explore
to want
would poison
your sacred
vision of the
after world.
You are steel.
But you
must bleed.
For to be
healed
is to
trust
God.
and you must
embrace this
wild, broken, brilliant
present.
After less than a day away, I’m back in my parents’ house. My dad put this at my bedside and doesn’t complain when I ship in more books. I call him Mrs. Doubtfire. My mom rubs my back and finds my medicine and calls my insurance company. I am so grateful for them and also sad that they have to see me this way, sick and forced to be back to home at 27. #lupus #damnthelupe
Being Two: New Huffington Post Piece
“…There are many times when I am so happy! Many, many people say they’d never know that I was sick. Even at NYU, I joke and people laugh and I know am worthy, I know I am a light to many people. I know I have an amazing group of friends and a truly unique family.
But right now, living feels like so much work. And the wait to get better keeps getting longer and longer…”
Sometimes when my mouth is bad I have to rinse with salt water so I wrote a National Magnetic Poetry poem about it.
UPDATE: I’m free from the hospital. Thanks for the good wishes. Carry on.
It’s still National Poetry Month, or I have renamed it: National Magnetic Poetry Month Using the Geek-Themed Set I found at Target for a Dollar in College.
This was my attempt at romance but ended in a ode to food, as most poems do.
This here below would’ve been the actual text if I’d had more prepositions/control of my brain.
(I’m in the hospital because lupus may be attacking the old noggin.)
Anyway, here it is:
NACHOS: A LOVE STORY
Stun my
cloudy brain!
Boost me up!
Set fire
to this
native world!
But protect our love.
So we can be
content in this,
our new planet.
With you,
there is joy
and
love
and
nachos.
Best John Green book that’s not written by John Green.
Also the dialogue is so good it made me wince at times and hold my stomach and say “yes yes yes,” until I put on all my favorite Smiths songs.
