I happen to be a melange of feminism and conservatism. Imagine a french press filled with boiling water and emotions and intelligence, sprigs of humor and sensitivity, shavings of cynicism and sarcasm swirling together with laughter and tears and good cooking while beads of hope rise to the surface and crystal drops of faith and love dissolve into every ounce of this restlessness brewing. When you finally pour this pressed combination into my cup you find me, a woman who can be confident and arrogant while still doubting my self-worth. However I don't doubt my family or my few friends or my lover, I don't doubt my faith or my country. I am a believer and a fighter and a lover who is crazy for kids and puppies. I love the color green and the smell of chocolate and the taste of coffee. Perhaps that is why I work at Starbucks. I love to touch things and absorb their texture and try to use word that sound like them in my head. I am a clean freak and slightly OCD (is is possible to be OCD in a SLIGHT way?) This is why I don't like to shake stranger's hands (which I think is somewhat cold and impersonal anyways for people who know each other to continue doing...whatever is wrong with a hug or a kiss on the cheek like Europeans?) I would love to live where the wild things roam, to walk in my woods barefoot and swim naked in a stream, but I work too much and don't play enough so who knows when these things will happen. I don't know why but little furry things make me smile and willow trees make me wish for a tree swing. I love to sleep but I love to sleep while it's raining even more because rain makes me feel like a freshly washed mint leaf, all shiny and aromatic and fresh. The older I grow more I grow up like my grandma and aunt and mother, which would be scary except that it seems to be a little bit of all their good; any bad in me we'll just blame on my dad's side since there is no way any of it could have come from Mum! (wink wink)
Stories by Nordic Pixie
My mother just relayed this story to me about my 5 year old niece. Her mother, my sister-in-law, was at dinner with her little girls and a family...