home and when I dreamt about the Ellen Show.
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When I am back in Pennsylvania, everything feels accelerated.
The time goes so quickly; the stars shine with this polished brilliance, like the sky has no wish for any traveler to be turned away, and it burns every last lamp to prove it.
“It’s good to have you home,” my mom tells me.
And then she asks me if the clothes on the pool table are mine. “I don’t think so,” I reply, really hoping it’s so–since I don’t have enough space for the clothes I have that are already accounted for.
“Well, they must be,” she reasons. “The jeans are skinnier than my arms and the underwear is very small and strange.”
My mom has a way with words.
And so I take the ‘very small and strange’ underwear she hands me; I find a place for the super skinny jeans and realize that I guess I did leave some clothes on the pool table, after all.
And, oh! Did I tell you how, the other night, I dreamt (not once, but TWICE!) that I sang on the Ellen Show?
Because I did.
And I don’t normally remember my dreams so viscerally, but this one, I do.
I was right about to walk onto that stage where the couch and the coffee table sit . And there is Ellen, looking adorable in her tailored trousers and cute button down shirt, when I hear this announcement:
AND THIS IS JESSICA LATSHAW. SHE GOES AROUND SINGING, “BABY, YOU AIN’T MY FRIEND.” SHE MUST BE VERY ISOLATED AND HAVE NO FRIENDS.
It sounded like the announcer felt sorry for me, and, honestly, I did, too, once I heard what he said.
But the good news is that I have many friends and don’t feel isolated at all. In fact, I love a little bit of alone time now and then–it’s akin to breathing–meaning, I find it absolutely necessary. And who knows? Maybe I will sing on the Ellen Show at some point. I mean, as my friend John says: miracles happen, so why not to me? That would certainly make my sister pretty excited. And, who am I kidding, it’d make me pretty excited, too.
Speaking of my sister, isn’t she beautiful?
Yes, I think so, too.
can I have some?
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
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It’s really just too bad that I’m not a screaming teenage girl.
Because, see, Justin Beiber is giving a surprise performance at the Macy’s on 34th street tomorrow. And right, if I know about, then you can pretty much guarantee that it is no longer a surprise. Meaning that there will be droves of girls here. And every last one of them will be squished and squeezed into their skinny jeans and tight little baby tees while crying black, mascara-dyed tears…hmm, that actually sounds a little familiar.
Maybe I am a screaming teenage girl, after all.
Something to look into, I guess.
Oh, and this was interesting. This afternoon I was standing at the corner of Fashion Ave, texting. You know, texting is so trendy, and I had to look fashionable. Anyway, I had been on the bus during lunch and had subsequently missed it, so ordered a bag of peanuts from one of those delicious smelling carts that always seem to waft my way when I’m good and hungry.
So I was eating my peanuts and texting when a man passed by me, then stopped. He very casually held out his hand to me and just said, “Can I have some?” He said it in the manner my five year old nephew would use with me, upon seeing that I have a bag of candy. He would know without a doubt that I’d share. Of course I would. But this man was not my five year old nephew. And yet, he had that same expectation.
And, well, it worked.
I totally scooped out some peanuts and put them in his hand. He thanked me and went on his way while I inwardly laughed and metaphorically shook my head.
But maybe I should be more like him. Not necessarily asking strangers to share their peanuts with me. No, that feels weird. Once a man was eating french fries nearby and offered me and a friend each one. I took one against my better judgement and felt a little dirty afterwards, to be honest. It’s not something I would do again. But, well, I think the Bible says something about you have not because you do not ask.
Maybe I should be like the man after the peanuts.
And though peanuts are delicious, I’m talking about other things, maybe even better things.
Peace.
Grace.
Good relationships.
A job. The right job.
Sound and kind thoughts.
Compassion.
Hope.
Love.
Gratitude.
When I see how much of those things He has, I think I am gonna just start to ask–Can I have some? while holding out my hand in perfect expectation that, sure, I can.
I totally can.
sunday funday. and that title even annoys me.
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Shark week is on right now. Literally. As in the television is turned on and people are oohing! and ahhing! over the size of those jaws. And teeth. And look at that poor little seal. One summer while we were at the beach, my brother Jason lent me the book about the great white shark [...]
