a blank page, a story.

“another crazy week but that’s how it goes,
when you’re living the life of rebecca ambrose,
I keep everyone on their toes, too cool cold but never froze,
getting bread hot call me Texas toast,
making coffee with the best columbian roast,
and I suppose my splendor shows as my spending account grows,
baking bread to get that dough a new york minute is still too slow,
covered in flour down in park slope, breaking bread like I’m the new Pope, covered in flour the last great white hope, the last sweet cantaloupe,
can’t wait for friends to elope, flying down for the ceremony,
dressed in gucci, I look famous like I’m stanley tucci,
going to find which groomsman suits me,
please excuse me, if I get a little loosely,
with my girls that’s family, the people that know me,
when I was wheel chair rollin, that come visit me in brooklyn.”

Daniel wrote a nice rap about me. Happy Monday!

“Joy is God and God is joy and joy doesn’t negate all other emotions—joy transcends all other emotions. Though my marriage tree may not bud and though my crop of children may fail and my work produce little yield, though there is no money in the bank and no dream left in the heart, though others may choose different ways to live their one life, till my last heaving breath, I will fight to the death for this: “I will take joy”. I will struggle to heed this until I am no more: “Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy” and I will listen and again I will listen and I will wrestle to put skin on it: “Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!”. 

Ann Voskamp: “One Thousand Gifts”

“Make doctors appointments! Go to Canada! Shop at Anthropologie! Switch to organic milk! Take cabs for often! Buy more blazers! Get another cat named Beayonce!” 

-my wonderful friend, Vickie, after telling her about my job promotion.