Hi. I'm Marco's sister. Those of you who don't know me can call me Pearl. When I was nineteen, I bit into a pearl in a fried oyster in some linoleum-floored crab shack on Cape Cod.
I'm a recovering graduate student, high school Spanish teacher, unrepentant history geek, and budding mystic. I've traveled to four of the seven continents. I always love to discuss politics, religion, history, and philosophy. In my other life, I'm also a wife with really poor housekeeping skills. But I can cook.
In which Pearl ignores doctor’s orders and goes cliff climbing. Giant Staircase, Bailey Island, Maine.
In which Pearl finds a place that reminds her of Inishmore. At Bailey’s Island, in the Harpswells, ME.
On top of the cliffs at the Harpswells.
Pearl goes to Boothbay Harbor.
A bird’s eye view of Fore Street, Portland, ME.
At Portland’s Old Port, on a wonderfully windy, rainy, misty afternoon.
We need to rediscover a contemplative spirit, so that the love of God may warm our hearts.
Pope Francis, April 8, 2014, via Twitter (via popequotes
Coming out in middle school
Please show this to your therapist. Please also ask her to read:
Lourea, D. N. (1985) . Psycho social issues related to counseling bisexuals. Journal of Homosexuality, Spring;11(1-2):51-62.
and ”Becoming Visible: Counseling Bisexuals Across the Lifespan”. by Beth Firestein
omg thank you! <3
Sunshine on a vernal pool.
Finally able to get out into the garden!
The ground has thawed out, I can begin tilling and pruning, digging and clearing.
Boy, are my arms sore and my hands all torn up. But it feels sooooo good.