Sunday, December 27, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: December 27, 2009 - Reflecting

Today my body real bad. Ouch.

But I finally made it out!

Friday, November 13, 2009

6 Word Memoirs : Friday the 13th

I will write 4,000 words today!

Monday, November 2, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: November 2, 2009 - Dia de los Muertos

Es el dia de los muertos.

Para los ancestros y para nosotros.

On the rag. LEAVE ME ALONE!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: October 12, 2009 - 10 hrs, 48 minutes

Recruiting for teachers! 14 hour days!

Be part of a learner's life!

Great rewards! And maybe some respect...

Monday, October 19, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: October 19, 2009 - Learning Differences

I think there's neurological issues.

Confusing words and information scary.

Why can't I keep things straight?

Sunday, October 11, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: October 11, 2009

La mariposas bailan en faldas bomberas.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: October 7, 2009 - Albany, NY

Chilly breezes and rain are autumn.

The mall is incredibly vapid, man.

Redoing the counters in beautiful paper.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: October 6, 2009

Slept in the airport last night.

Just arrived in Vegas; it's chilly.

I am working on it now.

I borrowed my next two paychecks.

Monday, September 28, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: September 28, 2009

Waking up lousy is becoming normal.

I learn routines by watching them.

The best part of my house? Artwork.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: September 27, 2009

I don't love you. Now what?

The purging begins by asking forgiveness.

HALL AND OATES! Out of time!

Friday, September 18, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: September 18, 2009 - Rorshach

Mark of the Wolf or Butterfly?

I'm angry because neither belong here.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: Sept. 9, 2009 - Otra Vez

It feels strange to be awake.

September 9th means luck this year.

Last night's dream totally surprised me.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: Sept. 8, 2009 - Lassen

2700 feet to Brokeoff Mountain burns.

The landscape is rife with pines.

I wished on the rising moon.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: Sept. 1, 2009 - Mail Order Bride

I'll be your mail order bride!

Can American women be mail-ordered, too?

Thursday, August 13, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: August 13, 2009 - New Schedule

Dancing while bow-legged and pigeon-toed: sexy!

Friday, July 31, 2009

Monday, July 27, 2009

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Monday, June 29, 2009

Sunday, June 14, 2009

6 Word Memoirs - June 14, 2009 - Puerto Rico

(Photo credit to: isolatediguana)

¡Que bonita bandera, la bandera puertorriqueña!

I can't help it. I'm Puerto Rican!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Monday, June 8, 2009

Sunday, May 31, 2009

6 Word Memoirs - May 31, 2009 Salsa

Sin salsa no hay vida, amor!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: May 21, 2009 - Inspire Confidence?

It doesn't look that bad, really...

That comment doesn't give me confidence.

Almost a year with these marks...

Monday, May 18, 2009

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Friday, May 8, 2009

Thursday, May 7, 2009

May 7, 2009 : 6 Word Memoirs "Bow-legged"

Why did two men shout "bow-legged"?

I'm mortified and embarassed. Not cute!

Thursday, April 30, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: April 30, 2009

I'm so tired of "know-it-all" whities!

Monday, April 27, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: April 27, 2009

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude, where did the weekend go?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

April 21, 2009: 6 Word Memoirs

I cringe when people Facebook-post me.

Monday, April 20, 2009

April 20, 2009: 6 Word Memoirs

Freshwater pearl earrings enhance my beauty.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

April 14, 2009: 6 Word Memoirs

"Lent's over! Bring on the MEAT!"

She thinks this in weak moments.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Monday, April 6, 2009

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Monday, March 30, 2009

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

6 Word Memoir: March 10, 2009

Life on hold yields "Careless Whisper".

Monday, March 9, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: Holi

Playful, colourful, joyful - a great holiday!

Friday, March 6, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: March 6, 2009

Flying is always miraculous for me.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: March 3, 2009

Square Root Day; 3, 3, 09.

If you're poor, you get nothing.

Somehow I have to make it.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Thursday, February 26, 2009

6 Word Memoir: February 26, 2009

Lent has begun. No more Facebook.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

6 Word Memoir: February 24, 2009

Will her body compost very well?

Monday, February 23, 2009

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

6 Word Memoir: February 10, 2009

Symptoms of PTSD? That makes sense.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

6 Word Memoir: February 4, 2009

What a beautiful image. Me someday?

Monday, February 2, 2009

Sunday, February 1, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: Feb. 1, 2009

The clutter keeps me feeling crazy.

Friday, January 30, 2009

6 Word Memoirs: Jan. 30, 2009

Darwin was right; extinction is inevitable.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009


I want to have the hope that
has been so in the air over the last two years.

So far I am feeling outside the bubble of joy and excitement.

I wish congratulations to the president.

I hope I make it through your first administration.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009


This morning I struggled to remember the prayers I memorized in my youth.
Simple prayers: "Our Father", "Hail Mary", "Apostle's Creed".

I could not remember the words I have mumbled for decades.

I felt abandoned, alone, ashamed.

If I am ill, I do not know how to heal.

If I am well, I do not comprehend and therefore lie...waiting, suffering.

My moments of connection are not sustaining me.

The life force is draining.

And I forget my prayers.

This morning I wept on the phone with 1, 2, 3 people. Each one assured me it was okay. I finally calmed passed the curtain of my tears when I asked Titi to pray with me.

I was driving a 5-speed car, late for a class, and all I could think to help myself was, "I need someone to pray with."

The other thoughts told me how absurd it was that I was alive, that I served no purpose, and that I had no one in my life.

My infantile brain wanted to be taken care of. She was hungry. She was lonely. She was cold. She felt unsafe.

But she is in the body of an adult woman and so there is some sense of expectation that she knows how to handle this life by herself.

There is some sense of expectation that she has to endure.

The comparisons pour out of her mind to belittle her.

She is daughter, sister, aunt, neice.

She is a computer user. She is a dreamer.

And she hurts. She's alone. She's ashamed.

Her mind is fogged with her loneliness.

She is alienated. Her friends seem thousands of miles away, if they exist at all.

She feels she can't make or keep or maintain friendships.

She feels like a pariah. The mark on her face marks her with "undesirable".


Her mind jumbles things to the point where she can't keep them straight.

Ideas are spoken to her and filter to her brain to come out a dustball of information that once made sense.

Writing is hard. Listening is hard. Smiling is hard.

She waits for Him to take her.

She hopes His plan is not to have her suffer in the prison of the mind.

She sees these words and thinks they sound pathetic, typical.

If she was in a novel she'd be a tragic character.

But since she's in the real world and really unimportant, this is the cry she makes to the world.

She tries to be heard.

She tries to think of herself as more than the sum of her debts, the total weight and folds on her body, the marks and scars on her face, the stains on her teeth.

She tries not to see herself as abomination.

She does not succeed.

She listens to the bombing in Gaza and almost wishes she could be martyred saving a child. Then maybe she would be precious.

She doesn't quite wish for death.

She wants her mind not to hate her body so much.

She wants to be considered worthwhile.

She wants affection. She was coddled with so much love as a child and suffers from lack of it as an adult.

She is an infant trapped in a woman's body without the means to understand the woman's body.

She is angry to be put in a position where she is meant to fail.

She is angry at the pathetic bit of flesh taking up resources and space on this planet without a light at the end of the tunnel.

She wants peace.

She spends time in the tombs of the dead for peace.

She has no one to share this with.