brokenpurplecrayon

housemate in college in some ways, you were the strangest person i have ever met. you fascinated, infuriated, and entertained me. you were beautiful and terrible. i am more from having known you. .:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.

kung fu/tai chi classmate when i started class, you supported me when i felt self-conscious and awkward. when we practiced take downs, i simply could not let you fall. now we support one another. .:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.

friend i’ve never even met you face to face, but i consider you one of my good friends. i’m sure the day we meet, the universe will shake with our laughter. .:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.

I’m sitting in the salon at 11am on a Saturday morning, in my stinking sweaty martial arts uniform, surrounded by a gaggle of chattering older women. It’s ‘beauty shop’, day. If I close my eyes, I can imagine them all as plump preeneing hens, clucking away on their nests. .:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.

i love my job. seriously. i love advocating for children. i love fighting for the ‘underdog’ and helping them rise to their potential. i love trying to overcome the odds (and sometimes the system) to help children work through the fact that they are living through their own personal hell. i love finding that permanent [...]