is there a much better way to end your day than a heaping plate of citrus goodness? i didn’t think so either.

she was in the hallway the other day while waiting for a meeting.  tiredness had replaced her usual energetic love for everything around and she stood awkwardly still, hands clasped in front of her, while i casually asked how her day was going. she answered, “uhh… not good actually, but that’s okay.”  i hadn’t really… Continue reading Linda

“HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet, Tread softly because… Continue reading yeats

i’m not home many evenings.  actually, it’s quite pathetic how not home i usually am.  i forget how much i need these quiet evenings (not to mention how much a dirty bathroom and laundry need me).  so tonight is a down night (which means that i keep busy with lots of things that don’t involve… Continue reading sweet success

i have a million saved drafts here in the private workings of louissa.com.  some i deemed not clever enough to amuse while others revealed too much of the soul for your eye to see and so they were never published.  but they’re here.  someday i’ll go through them and find amusement at unfinished sentences, long… Continue reading another time

i turn 22 tomorrow.  twenty-two. doesn’t that seem ancient when compared to the simple and ordinary and young sound of 21? i have a reputation for adoring my very own birthday (i think everyone secretly feels the same way about their own special day — they just don’t like to openly admit it) and although… Continue reading ohme. ohmy.

i’ve always heard about santa leaving charcoal in stockings for bad little children and i know of charcoal drawings (although i’ve never myself given it a try) and i also have experienced the difficulty in trying to light charcoal for your summertime barbecue, but i have never ever heard of a person ingesting it into… Continue reading charcoal helps the body?

right this very minute, i would like… to find time to paint my nails to climb a small mountainish sort of hill this weekend to have a companion who reads 1 John to me at top of said mountainish hill to not work in my blue office anymore to continue working in my blue office… Continue reading can i tell you what i want?

if it’s possible to drown your sorrows in cheese danish then i do believe i’m in the middle of it as i type.  under covers in bed, laptop open, and cheese danish beside me slowly being devoured. do i have sorrows to drown?  i don’t think so, but it’s ever so much fun to pretend. … Continue reading the dilemma of cheese danish

yeah, you’re right to guess that this photo was staged.  i’m not really sleeping.  i had just woken from my lovely nap and am feigning sleep to get my point across. but aren’t naps on sunday afternoons the best?