Stumbling, Fumbling, and Tumbling: A Woman Should Have by Maya Angelou
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to…
something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour…
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a youth…So good.
perfection on this Friday morning.
Day 9 : front door. One of the added perks of being a renter is the plethora of front doors you can encounter. In my last 5 years renting various apartments in the area, I’ve only had one place with a single front door. This typically means I carry 5 house keys at all times, in addition to those for my office and car.
Here you see the exterior and interior door to my building, the door to my unit’s landing, and my real (and obviously most-loved) door to the apartment.
Day 8 : sun, 7 a.m. on my brother’s birthday.
This would have been on time if Tumblr had been working last night.
Day 7 : button
Day 6 : dinner, consisting of 1/2 a microwaved rice and bean burrito, guacamole, and a bit of pico de galo. Leftovers are a wonderful thing, especially on the nights when I get home at 5:30, get to see my husband for half an hour, finish my reading, and head to class. Ah, the glamorous life of a graduate student.
Day 5 : 10 am. 10 am is the first of a series of mid-morning naps.
Day Four : a stranger. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a moment to be sneaky and steal a picture of someone I didn’t know. Thanks to good old technology and a last-minute plea for help, I was able to get this photo of a stranger. His name is Gray and apparently he’s an aspiring veloceraptor.
Day 3 : hands, holding something very dear.
Day 2 : words. The delicious hot drink that these words are wrapped around is the only thing getting me through the next 3 hours of class.
Day 1: my view (from my back porch)
