words, words, words

"The Italian looks from Claire to Shane and back again. 'Dee Moray' he says...And Claire feels a tug in her chest, some deeper shift, a cracking of her hard-earned cynicism, of this anxious tension she's been fighting. The actress's name means nothing to her, but the old guy seems utterly changed by saying it aloud, as if he hasn't said the name in years. Something about the name affects her, too - a crush of romantic recognition, those words, moment and forever - as if she can feel fifty years of longing in that one name, fifty years of an ache that lies dormant in her too, maybe lies dormant in everyone until it's cracked open like this - so weighted in this moment she has to look to the ground or else feel the tears burn her own eyes, and at that moment Claire glances at Shane, and sees that he must feel it, too, the name hanging in the air for just a moment...among the three of them...and then floating to the floor like a falling leaf, the Italian w...

I'm back from hiatus - new look to my blog and hopefully some new keen insights and observations about books, about life, about anything. Since I've written last, a lot has happened. Remember those pesky migraines I was having? Well, turns out that it was symptomatic of a larger problem in my body with my thyroid. I have an over active thyroid which basically means that I produce too much of the hormone and when that happens, every system in the body goes into overdrive. My heart rate was crazy, my blood pressure abnormally high for a fit, healthy eater, I was hot all the time even in the dead of winter, exhausted but had insomnia, was in the bathroom constantly (is that an over share? maybe but I don't care), bloated and fat and so irritable that people started being afraid of me at work. So maybe after hearing all that, you can understand why I didn't write for 3 months. I could barely drag myself to work never mind try to be witty and creative on my off time which I ...