The Sweetness of Summer

by graceelena on September 19, 2014

Mosquitos love me. They always have. If I forget to put on my signature scent of “eau-du-bug repellent” I am covered in bites within minutes.

One day in the red rocks of Arizona I was bit particularly badly. I woke up covered in bites and more kept coming. I was eight years old and miserable. I remember sobbing as I tried not to scratch.

My father hugged me tightly and said, “It’s ok, little girl.”

“It’s not ok! The mosquitos keep biting me!”

“It’s because you are so sweet.” he replied

“I DON’T WANT TO BE SWEET!!” I wailed.

My father laughed. It was a big laugh, the rare ones that took us by surprise. We were used to his soft chuckles when his eyes would twinkle and his whole body shook but he barely made a sound. But every now and then we got a big laugh. A laugh we could actually hear and this was one.

He hugged me closer to him as he laughed. I pouted. He kissed my forehead and said, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I promise you’ll feel better.”

It was our tradition on family vacations to stop at every Dairy Queen we saw. Or at least it felt that way. I remember eating extra oreo blizzards that trip.

These days mosquitoes make me far less miserable. When I’m bit I feel the familiar pinch and then the slow spreading of an itch on my upper leg, arm, or foot. I  resist the urge to scratch and wait until the big splotchy white bumps appear. Conversations, events, or reading continue as I pull afterbite from my purse–my favorite summer accessory–and quickly dab the bumps. If I’m lucky they are gone in a few hours. If I’m not the white bumps turn to red and I shake my head every time I see my tanned legs tarnished by swollen red bumps. When this happens I think of my dad and remind myself that I am bitten because I’m so sweet.

Now that the summer is coming to a close and the air is beginning to smell like fall, I take comfort in the last few mosquito bites. A reminder of warm summer breezes, lazy days at the park, my overflowing sweetness, and most importantly, my dad’s laughter.

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What the heck, I guess I’ll write more.

by graceelena on June 19, 2014

Something screwy is going on. For the last two weeks wordpress has randomly been making draft blog posts live on my blog. Today hundreds of people visited my site to read a post that I never intended anyone to read.

At first I thought I had posted it and just forgot. I praised myself for being a far better writer than I was three years ago but then I noticed the date. It was posted today. And two other posts were up! It’s embarrassing. Writing that I decided was too personal to share or just not interesting enough.

It’s probably mercury being in retrograde, right?

Or it could be someone hacking my site?

Either way I’ll take it as a sign I should be writing more.

I have written a few things I am proud of but have not had the guts to share yet. Maybe you’ll see those pieces in the coming weeks.

For now, thank you for visiting my site. If you are visiting from Above the Law and want to read about crying in law school, read this.

As for you loyal readers, I’ll be back with more soon!

 

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To begin again

June 12, 2014

Here’s to a month of adventure. To timing my only three jokes just right. To nights filled with laughter. To creativity and color. To hugs from my mother. To Mexican food that makes me cry with happiness. To friends that know when to tell the truth. To hot coffee in cold offices. To a father […]

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Recycling the Recycling

May 9, 2014

On a chilly April afternoon I came home to four large trash and recycling bins blocking my entrance. My landlord stood looking at the bins. “We don’t need this many.” he said. Not even close. “The good news is they left these “take me” stickers to affix to the ones we don’t want.” Problem solved. The […]

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An update.

March 13, 2014

This space has been a bit neglected. The last few months have been challenging. Studying for the bar exam is not fun. It’s even worse the second time. The stress and worry was a million times greater. A dear friend of mine told me that my regular crying this time means I will pass. Let’s hope […]

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Security Blankets

January 17, 2014

When I studied for the bar last summer I wore a jean jacket every day. Every single day. I even wore it to the exam. It was my security blanket. This time around it’s winter and I am in DC. It’s too cold for a jean jacket. Instead I am begrudgingly bundled in tights, scarves, […]

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Timing

January 8, 2014

Last November a dear friend called me moments before I was to receive bar results. We tend to miss each other so I answered intending to tell her I’d call her back. But before I could say a word she began talking. “Grace. I love you. You are amazing. No matter what happens with the […]

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“Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” – Winston Churchill

December 6, 2013

No one wants to write about failing the bar exam. This is supposed to be a photo of my name and the words “this name appears on the pass list.” It is supposed to be a long list of thanks. It is supposed to be a video of me crying and laughing as I see […]

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Kitchen Disasters: Why Messes are Important

November 19, 2013

Have I ever told you about my love of food disasters? Like the time I was making frosting for a friends birthday cake. I tossed the butter and cocoa into the kitchen aid mixer and turned it on high. A cloud of cocoa powder immediately erupted all over me, the counter, and the guy standing […]

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The Greatest Love of All

November 15, 2013

I love this season of How I Met Your Mother. Sure, some of the jokes are tired and I roll my eyes every time Lily says, “Thanks, Linus” while still being able to function, but I still love it. For one, we have met Ted’s future wife. She is adorable, quirky, and exactly what I […]

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