Monthly Archives: May 2013

We are practicing details in this week’s writing workshop.


She spent most nights in her bedroom – a small space with big furniture and coastal colors – and she’d be reading another book, writing in her journal, or dreaming about her future. Her walls were lined with framed photos and artwork, adorned with medals from her triathlon and running races, and then there’s a big bookcase sorted by category – required reading for philosophy majors (Thoreau, Sartre, Confucius), beach reads (you could tell by the tattered pages), and the books she’d purchased post-college – these were the most telling of her character. She’s the kind of girl that swoons over Pablo Neruda poetry and pours over Pulitzer Prizes. Each book, well-worn, held pieces of her own story with the book’s intended story, as they were all filled with her underlines and scrawlings. This quiet girl feels vulnerable when friends peruse her bookshelf, because it holds so much of her heart.



I hate your eyes

and their shade of blue that pierces through me,

making me fall for you again.

Your arms will catch me and

your lips will find mine,

but all I’m trying to do is

save myself

from your empty words

and the lies you tell to play the game.

As if love was a game and not the deepest thing you could feel. 



You are like the horizon:



(In no particular order)

  1. Wildflower: roadtrips, camping with the most meaningful people in my life, competing in a triathlon, and being surrounded by other athletes…Image
  2. Alcatraz Duathlon in San Francisco
  3. Cousins’ weekend in San Diego/Color Me Rad raceImage
  4. The Hyannis Sound – The best male a cappella group. I can’t wait to hear them live again this summer!Image
  5. Living in a charming cottage on the river
  6. Head coach of cross country team – living the dreamImage
  7. Providence Rock n Roll half marathon – running through a city I love
  8. Hyannis Sprint triathlonso much fun in Sept that I’m doing it again in June! 
  9. Planning the PromImage
  10. Toastmasters Club – they have made me a way more confident and competent communicator.
  11. Speaking at the Junior Ring Ceremony
  12. Reading “Love Does” by Bob Goff – Easy read, but very profound. Seriously, read it. 
  13. Coursera online class – a free and fun way to continue life-long learning.
  14. Leading service trips to the Pilot House and Champ homes – cooking and serving meals with the homeless.
  15. Teacher running crew – Despite all the banter, I love running with my co-workers after a long day.
  16. Thanksgiving in Virginia
  17. Library card – I am, and have always been, a book nerd.
  18. CCAC swim clinic – Train smarter, not harder. Amazing how a more efficient stroke can make one a faster/better/more confident swimmer.
  19. Playa del Carmen, Mexico – visited my brother, and learned that I’m a girl in need of sunshine.
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  21. Martha’s Vineyard 20-miler – It was cold. Like, middle-of-the-New-England-winter cold. On an island. It snowed for most of the race, but I finished under goal time. I’d definitely do it again.
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  23. Portland, Maine – One of the most empowering things I’ve done. Solo road trip up to Maine. Got a hotel room for myself. Quality me-time in a beautiful place. Image
  24. Blizzard of the Mashpee 3. That one time we were snowed in all weekend and became best friends.Image
  25. Becoming regulars at Tuesday trivia night at the BBC.
  26. Watching the Boston Marathon – and being so inspired.Image

“I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.”

– ― Neil Gaiman

I knew he loved me from the way he looked at me – how he looked through me to the very core of my being and stilled my heart. His eyes are a brilliant blue that left me breathless. I tried to shake the feeling because he’s the cute older guy: of course I would crush on him. But he looked at me in a way that meant something deeper; it made me afraid to look back for fear of feeling too much…because what he saw as flaws, I saw as perfection. It was the kind of look that made a small voice inside of me hope please just be the one i’m growing tired of all the searching.


This is part of Laura’s weekly Wednesday writing workshop.