A Compilation of Short Stories

Please enjoy some journal entries from 1996-97.
I was pretty darn cute (I tried to capture the punctuation and spelling as best as I could, the dots in between each word? I don't even know what I was thinking).


December 23 1996 Weednesday

I. PLAyED. wITh. my. Toys AND. my. BRoTheR
I.Am.Jamie.I. Am. In. KINDERGARTEN AND I Am SIX
AND I. DIDNT. SIGNuP. FoR. FIRST. GRADE. YET
I. LOVE. FLOWER'S
Jamie

DEC. 25. 1996 WEDNEDAY (Maybe I'll learn one day how to spell the days of the week)

I. Am. Jamie. Hirmon. I Am. e. I Am. COOL.
AND. I. LOVE. BOyS. AND. Boys. LIKE. me.
I. LOVE. FLOWER'S. AND. I. JEST. LOVE. yOU
Jamie

APRiL 4 1997 FRyiDAy

I AM Jamie I LIkee TO PLAy WIT My FRED
AND I DoT LIKe My mom veRY mUTHE
SUM.TIms I PLAy WITH My SCHYLER
(I had tried to cross out the part where I reveal how I felt about my dear mother that day. Apparantly I was ashamed of such feelings)

So I know you're dying for more, because these are super entertaining.
But you're just going to have to hold onto your little horses.

I think it's been a little while...oh dear.
The thing is, I have so much to say- but no way to say it. Which is a tad bit frustrating.
Ah well.
I ran a race last Saturday- an 11 mile race climbing up 3500' and then back down.
It was originally a 28 mile race (which I wasn't going to run per lack of preparation), but because of snow safety issues, it was dramatically cut down to 11.
With 11 miles, fear of death was no longer a factor. So I ran it.
Hiking.
Trudging through miles of snow.
Bloody knees.
Running alongside ultra-runners.
I finally realized that I can.
I can do hard things- and I will always, always, love it when I'm done.
Comparison never gets me anywhere.
An incredible breakthrough moment materialized when I realized that I am who I've wanted to become for so long.
Progress has not stopped, but satisfaction is grasped and held.
For so long I was afraid to be defined by what I do. [run]
For fear that one day it wouldn't be there and I would be lost.
But now I embrace it! It's made me who I am. And even if my legs fall off, I'll still consider myself a runner.
I don't care if that's all you know about me.
Because my Heavenly Father and I know that I have been given this gift and desire for a reason.
Many reasons actually.
My name is Jamie, and I love to run.

Call back the Capcom,

tick off the time bomb,

Let felicity fly!

Armour the airlock,

blanket the bedorck,

and kiss the planet goodbye.

Dear God, I was terribly lost,
when the galaxies crossed,
and the Sun when dark.
Dear God, You're the only North Star
I would follow this far.

Fight back the flight deck,
Bring on the breakneck,
Cue the solar eclipse!
Summit the sunset,
Dubtail the dragnet,
and blow your backbone to bits.

Oh telescope, keep an eye on my only hope,
lest I blink and be swept off the narrow road.
Hercules, you've got nothing to say to me,
'cause you're not the blinding light that I need.

For He is the saving grace of the Galaxies!
He is the saving grace of the galaxies.
-galaxies owl city



our life- is so incredible. yet it's so small.
great, eternal, potential is forever looming before us.
take a chance- leave what you know [well].
for something that you're longing to know [more].
kick off the ground and don't be afraid to fall.
for every time we do, our opportunities increase tenfold.
trust- in yourself, in the earth, in our heavenly father.
and falter...you will never.

Dyad?

Happy Birthday Dad!
That is all.
Love,
Jamie

". . . and a child shall lead them."

it's about time i posted something!

at the beginning of this week austin and aubrey came to visit me in my quaint little apartment.

it was quite the honor- being a mom for a few days.

i think we all know that there's something about children that stirs our souls and melts our hearts.

the constant chatter about anything and everything.

running, crawling, stomping, always moving around.

not only were there children in our apartment- there were dogs, cats, robots, and hamsters.

we were meant to start out on our earthly journey as children for a reason-

to teach others how to live and be happy.

happiness is not complex, nor is it a goal to be reached.

it is here and now. in our fake dogfood dishes. in our desire for a good ice cream cone. in our plastic sword that lights up and makes noises.

aren't they just so snazzy and cute?

and they're mine!

someday it will come.

an unexpected train into the night. and then day.

finding what was not lost- but forgotten for but a small moment, that is a blink in the realm of eternity.

a blessing with unrealized words. until later years when growth beckons new understanding.

it will not come with a loud brass band. but a solo instrumentalist.

piercing the soul, softening the mind, cradling the heart.

what seems an impossible piece to play-

will slowly find it's way into the essence of your being. becoming more than the perfect performance.

in time it will become ageless. timeless. breathless.

not today, perhaps.
but someday- someday it will come.

and we must not lose hope.

Who says it has to be summer to make delicious citrusy treats?

How about some lemon cookies? Mmm? Unfortunately I didn't have any nuts. But I did add a generous helping of the fresh lemon/orange juice (there is no equivalent to fresh).

And I added some oats. I swear you can add those to almost anything and it tastes splendid.

I was also craving some chocolate really bad so I made my own magic shell creation to dip the cookies in after they had baked.

With some

1. coconut oil

2. confectioner's sugar

3. a small amount of butter and

4. of course some cocoa powder.

No measurements required, just whatever looks good to you- and then melt in a pan.

It hardened quite nicely and tasted a little bit like heaven on earth.

Wintertime is exquisite, but sometimes we all need a little reminder that summer is always around the corner.

To create, to savor, to remember.