brown dress with white dots
"It's hard convincing yourself that where you are at the moment is your home, and it's not always where your heart is. Sometimes I win and sometimes not."
-- Jonathan Carroll
April Flores
Sharon Radisch
She tried on different men and living with them as if they
were new shoes. After walking around in them a while, checking them for comfort
and what they did for her, she invariably shook her head no for one reason or
another, took them off, and then asked to try on another pair she had seen in
the window.

— Jonathan Carroll
mrs. robertson
There are moments in life that usually happen out of the blue, where you remember something you haven’t thought about in years. And as the memory comes and goes, you realize only now how incredibly special that moment was. You’ve needed years more of life and experience to comprehend that that experience way back when was like few others. At the time it happened it was nice but nothing more. It doesn’t necessarily have to have been a big or important event either. Today I remembered a meal with my mother on the Long Island Shore back when I was around 20. Nothing special about it— just a meal with Mom. But all of the elements together— where we were, what was going on at the time, what was coming up… all combined to make a perfect storm of happiness. The sadness of course being that it took this long for me to realize that meal together was not just nice— it was one of the golden times.
— Jonathan Carroll
It’s pretty hard to improve on the wonderfulness of a ripping summer thunderstorm, but I recently witnessed an example. The storm came in pretty quickly although you knew about fifteen minutes before it hit that those galloping dark clouds would have something loud to say when they arrived. I was working at my desk when the storm broke and the only reason I looked up was because open windows started flapping in the wind. Then came the screams. Before standing up I listened carefully a few seconds because although they were high and many, they didn’t sound scared or distressed; just a lot of jubilant screaming. When I went to close windows, the storm really got rocking— horizontal rain, furious wind, raindrops the size of golf balls verging on hale. As I walked around the apartment shutting windows, I finally saw where all this noise came from: a school class of eight or nine year old’s was down on the sidewalk with their teacher waiting for the stoplight to change. All of them were absolutely positively furiously and utterly *drenched.* Their school is nearby and what had obviously happened was while out on a class trip, they got caught in this storm just as they were walking back. The wonderful part was that all of these children were dancing, every single one of them. I mean really- going- nuts- boogey’ing. And if not dancing, jumping jumping jumping in absolute ecstasy as they got soaked. All the kids had given up trying to stay dry which was impossible anyway in that downpour. They were just getting wet as hell while standing at the light, loving it and showing their love as purely as only kids can do— dancing wildly and shouting with top- of- their- lungs joy. I couldn’t even distinguish which ones were their teachers because the rain was coming down so hard. It’s been years since I saw that much happiness exploding all at the same time.
Jonathan Carroll
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