Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Shopgirl.

Sometimes,
when I'm running one or two minutes late
to catch the bus in the morning,
I find myself running a few yards,
walking a few yards,
running,
walking.

And I feel like shopgirl
going to meet ny152
at the end of You've Got Mail--

which, thankfully,
brings a small glimmer of dignity
to this embarrassing habit.


(But don't watch the whole clip.
I don't support chick flicks.)


Thursday, October 24, 2013

All Hallow's Eve


Dear Halloween,

You've changed.

It's like all you care about anymore is
over-the-top party decorations


and food that looks like
it's not food anymore.


And wait,
what are we celebrating, again?

Oh, you don't have a good answer?

That's what I thought.

Call me back
when celebrating you means
burning old crops,
wearing animal heads and skins,
telling each others' fortunes,
and trying to divine the name of my future husband.

Until then,
I'm just here for the candy.

Love,
Rachel

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Personality Portrait.



Last week,
my friend Michele
asked if she could take
a personality portrait of me
for an assignment.

I said yes,
of course,
but it made me feel existential.

If I were to try to capture
my entire personality
in one picture,
what would I be doing in it?

Listening to Stevie Wonder?

Looking out the UVU library's big picture window
at the lake
and the mountains?

Playing the piano at my house
with my family in the room?

Hanging out at the Lincoln Memorial
with my best pal Abe?

I don't even know.




Sunday, October 13, 2013

I'm not a princess.


I live with two sisters from North Carolina,
and they love that South, they do.

Today, one of them said,
"If you fall in love with a Southerner,
you'll be very lucky.
He'll treat you like a princess."

And my immediate reaction was,
"Ick.
I don't want to be 
anybody's princess."

She asked me why not,
and I wasn't sure.
So I've been thinking about it ever since.


I realized it's a metaphor problem.
Prince and princess is just not the metaphor
that I would use to describe love.

When I think of princesses,
I think of entitlement.
I think of being the object of the prince's affection,
but not his equal partner.

And that's not it.

When you're in love,
you deeply respect him,
and he you.
He's precious to you,
and you're precious to him.
But not because you're a princess.
Because you're a human.
Because you're you.

I don't think we need a princess metaphor
to understand what love is.

Monday, October 7, 2013

My Favorite Expletives.

Things I say when I'm frustrated:

"Pooh sticks!"

Instead of saying poo
you're talking about a cute game
you play on a bridge.

"Crud monkeys!"

I'm not sure what crud monkeys are,
but I'm sure they're adorable.

"Crumb diddle-dum-diddle-do!"

There's no picture for this.
Mary thought crumb would make a good swear word,
and it's spiraled out of hand.
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...