slow roll

I was handed a drink the other day with these little eyeballs floating around in the juice.  I wondered where I can find said drink for the upcoming Halloween party.  I mean, look at all the eyeballs! In totally unrelated news, my mother just pulled out of the driveway.  She called me to tell me she was doing so.  Normally insignificant, this morning’s 4am slow-roll down our sloping cement is her first movement towards Armenia.  Within a collection of mere moments I will be standing face to face with my own mother, bursting at the seams. I’m hoping to video…

dissolve, burst, rush

Do you know that feeling you get when your whole life seems to pump through your body all at once?  That overwhelming feeling of being right here but also everywhere else, and all those people, old friends, grandparents, that aunt that makes your favorite snack, your best high school friends, your mentors and soul-wrenching past loves, the regulars from the restaurant that always smiled and made the same jokes, every person who’s ever made you hold your breath, made you see God in cells, every bit of love that’s ever come from anyone.  All of it rushes at you and…

i simply can’t wait to hug her

I’ve been digging through invoices.  Grant related invoices.  IN ARMENIAN. However, pat me on the back and hand me a hogie, I finished a little while ago, and now it’s time to employ me wee brain towards a more exciting end:  MY MOTHER IS PRACTICALLY ALMOST HERE.  This is my mother’s first solo trip just about anywhere, and she’s going as far as she possibly could go.  Go further than Armenia, and you’re already on your way back home.  I’m proud of her attempting this massive leap, and I feel all that love in my soul knowing she’s jumping on…

running around smiling wildly and flailing my arms

Y’all.  I know I already cried wolf on ‘the biggest news of the year‘.  And yes, I stand by refried beans as life-changing.  But it’s time to get serious. Because: My mother is coming to Armenia. My mother.  In Armenia.  It’s. All. Happening. See the incredible woman in this little Skype photo: You may recall her wonderfulness as mentioned here. Well, this mom who’s been all pixels and care packages is going to be, within a mere month or so, HUGGABLE.  HUGGABLE, PEOPLE! I’m fairly certain that when I see her at the airport HERE IN ARMENIA that I will…