Trouble with the Curvy

I want to start this entry out by talking about how much I love my Momma. I am about to give the impression she scarred me for life and this couldn't be further from the truth so to eradicate any concerns that I have Mommy issues I want you to know that my mother means the world to me and without her and her strength and sense of humor, I'm not sure where my life would be. So much of who I am I learned from her including my "people person" skills, my work ethic, and my quick whit. I am so proud to be her daughter and I wouldn't trade her for the world. I know I have mentioned before that she also obsessively cleaned our house all the time. There was rarely a time when you could walk into our house and find it anything but spotless. She was meticulous and her standards were high. Along with this came a certain set of "rules" that, for most of my life, I just thought were common sense. Rules like "before you do anything fun, your 'chores' ne

My favorite teacher in High School was my English teacher Sophomore year. Back then Lucien Holmes was an eccentric, charismatic, thirty-something that played the banjo, wrote poetry, and had a way of engaging every student... even the ones that hated school and made it their mission to make teachers lives hell. I sort of idolized him and couldn't wait to have adventures of my own that he would tell us about. It's been about 12 years since he was a consistent presence in my life and I miss him and what he was able to coax out of me in terms of creativity. I wish we could meet for coffee and just talk about writing, music, and life the way that people who appreciate "deep" ideas and thoughts do. He lives clear across the world now though so unless Skype comes up with a coffee shop I don't think I'll get the chance anytime soon. I've been thinking a lot lately about that time in my life. As part of his class we had to do a lot of writing and he left the t