Growth is a process.

Raquel Aparicio


Nitwit Oddment Blubber Tweak!

Harry PotterAt the risk of revealing myself to be an even greater nerd, I will take this time to pay homage to one of my greatest (and lifelong) loves–

Harry Potter.

Oh yeah, I went there.

I literally spent the entire day of my eleventh birthday outside scanning the skies for owls with a pair of binoculars in my hopeful little hands. I used to read each book over and over again, living in the fine print and drinking in all that was buried in between. It’s been a long time since then, but I have to say that a part of me misses it.

I think I will always have a thing for Harry Potter, despite its faults (that horribly unnecessary epilogue… Albus Severus… dear lord) and in spite of my age (oh, it’s been over a decade since JK Rowling began to write it).

No other book has characters I love so dearly. No other author has made me care quite as much as JK Rowling has. Harry Potter made me read more deeply and write more joyfully. So much of my youth has been molded and framed by this series, and regardless of what judgment or humor comes to your mind from such an embarrassing truth, I just have to say it.

It’s funny how much a book can change you.

To be honest, I don’t really like the movies all that much. They can’t possibly compare, and I don’t really expect them to. Some stories you can never quite catch on a big screen. Still, they remind me enough of the books to stir up shadows of those giddy feelings I felt each time I waited in line for the latest installment. So now that the 6th movie has finally arrived, and ABC Family has been playing Harry Potter movies for the past week, I can’t help but remember how much it meant– how much it still means.

A good book is a beautiful thing. And in this case, there are seven.

I share too.

children in the ocean


( Brian Andreas )

The day he first told me he was starting to disappear I didn’t believe him & so he stopped & held his hand up to the sun & it was like thin paper in the light & finally I said you seem very calm for a man who is disappearing & he said it was a relief after all those years of trying to keep the pieces of his life in one place. Later on, I went to see him again & as I was leaving, he put a package in my hand. This is the last piece of my life, he said, take good care of it & then he smiled & was gone & the room filled with the sound of the wind & when I opened the package there was nothing there & I thought there must be some mistake or maybe I dropped it & I got down on my hands & knees & looked until the light began to fade & then slowly I felt the pieces of my life fall away gently & suddenly I understood what he meant & I lay there for a long time crying & laughing at the same time.