antes que anochezca

I am in La Joya on Christmas Eve. There are candles in the window and presents under the tree, but it is outside, the moonlight on palm trees, that feels most like Christmas to me. I know that might not make any sense, but it has been that way since the first time I ever came here, and probably always will be.

sometimes the scariest thing in the world is what's going to come out in your next sentence

At least I know I don't believe in ultimatums.

Things for which I am grateful this holiday finals week:
Perfume
Coke Zero
Hel's cooking and good advice
My students
The Green Muse cafe
John Dewey
Lying on the floor with Carrie and Julia
Mary and Michael are staying
The drive to La Joya
The future