Oreos&OxyeyeDaisies

I have a theory that coffee has a very personal grudge against people who procrastinate.You make it hot & then, somehow, you are watching a man in Japan making a wooden spoon at 3:17 in the afternoon. You return to your coffee. Cold! And here's the unfair part, coffee has never once done the reverse. Physics will tell you that heat naturally moves from something warmer to something cooler, Chemistry will start talking about molecules, Biology will remind you that your own body is constantly producing & losing heat. BUT HEY, there is also something beautiful about the fact that coffee is warm only because it is different from its surroundings. If the room and the coffee were exactly the same temperature, there would be no exchange worth noticing. Difference creates movement. Maybe that is true outside physics too right? I notice people because they are different from me, I remember certain years because they were different from the others. We (and not I) fall in love becaus...

There is a particular kind of exhaustion, that has nothing to do with sleep. It lives in the chest. It makes generosity difficult,  not because the heart is selfish, but because a well that has never been filled cannot be blamed for having nothing to offer. I know this about myself now.  I hold it gently.  I do not say it out loud. I have been sick in ways  that nobody documented. Fevers that broke quietly. Nights the body waged its small wars  and I was both  the wounded &  the nurse the one shaking  and the one saying  you will be fine,  you have to be fine, there is no one coming,  so you have to be fine. Not once did I crumble. But I want you to understand  what it costs  this relentless, graceful  self-rescue. What it takes from a person  to be, for years,  the only one  who notices  when she is not okay. Perhaps, in another universe, I arrive into rooms already belon...