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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.

 

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I just want to crawl into a hole and hide out for awhile. Or run away.

I’m just having one of those stretches in life where it just feels like everything is going wrong, like I’m making all the wrong choices (which is only making bad situations worse), like I’m just asking for more trouble when I walk out the door to work today.

On top of it all, my husband rearranged the kitchen, which made me temporarily unable to find the chocolate. And I can’t find my office keys.