…To begin, you must know that I have never been bewitched by someone’s spirit the way yours […]
You’re the type of person to build walls when you fall I’m the type to create bridges when […]
From light to darkness I shut you out I fell victim to insanity I ached for your touch […]
The tears drop from my eyes I swallow them one by one Wishing to fly Around the world and escape […]
“You don’t remember how we met?” When you wrote me this, I sat there quite dumbfounded. Then you shared […]
There’s sorrow There’s pain My heart is an empty hollow I’m living in pain I don’t want to […]
Now this is sitting heavy in my heart. Can’t share it with anyone — they’ll tell me to […]
(Photo Above) If you all could see my small studio apartment, this is basically what it looks like […]
Originally posted on Diane Ravitch's blog:
An email arrived from a woman of Hispanic origin. It speaks for itself: ? I am…
Well, I just evidently can’t keep up with my blogging life. At the beginning of my 7th week in Spain, I was a mess. This week was an intense and emotional period of my life. I was recovering from being so sick in Spain. I had a terrible cold the previous week, with a high fever and pestering cough that REFUSED to let go. I felt so uncomfortable being sick or recovering in a stranger’s home. I felt like an intruder, an outsider and I hated Madrid, I hated Spain and just wanted to return to the US.
