http://theroseroom.net/ the room at your left at the top of the dark stairs en-us amy@ratula.net 2011-07-14T20:10:12-06:00 daily 1 2000-01-01T12:00+00:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000496.html Timing is everything. I’ve had a history during the past – oh – 2-ish years of taking a pregnancy test hours before the start of my period. My timing has been so dead-on successful that I am happy to recommend... 496@http://theroseroom.net/ Under the window 2011-07-14T20:10:12-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000494.html I’ve noted that running doesn’t allow me to “fake.” I’ve either got the stamina or I don’t. When I do have the stamina, it’s because my mind and body are working together to keep me moving forward. If the mind... 494@http://theroseroom.net/ Under the window 2011-04-14T19:07:07-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000491.html Several years ago my best friend left me. She packed up and moved home, which was the best possible decision she could have made for her worn out self. Before she left I started to miss her so much it... 491@http://theroseroom.net/ Under the window 2011-01-08T07:16:40-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000484.html the rush the rush of heavy air the heightened footfall on the stair the hushed out candles or quickened flame distorted branches past window pane I lengthen shadows on the grass sending Sol's rays fleeing fast within children stir I... 484@http://theroseroom.net/ At the desk 2010-08-08T07:34:07-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000483.html When the world was rather young Before our dance had yet begun I found your hand And mine yours took And that began our private book. When the world was full of song Before our love had come undone I... 483@http://theroseroom.net/ At the desk 2010-08-08T07:07:07-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000480.html On Saturday, May 1st 2010, I finished the Illinois Marathon. Here is everything I can remember about that life experience. Overall I finished in 5:28. That’s 5 hours and 28 minutes. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it... 480@http://theroseroom.net/ Bookshelf 2010-05-04T20:23:29-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000479.html The more life I experience, the more I realize that love’s splendor can be a “many different” thing. Meaning, the love you feel for one person can differ greatly from the love you feel for another. I don’t mean the... 479@http://theroseroom.net/ Under the window 2010-04-28T19:07:10-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000471.html I have two distinct sets of memories of driving to school with my dad. The happier set is from my college years, when he lugged me back and forth from campus. He would leave work on Friday, sometimes before 5:00... 471@http://theroseroom.net/ 2009-12-07T19:07:54-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000469.html Boo to you! This year, we are adding a new twist to the fun. Instead of a costume contest we are going to make things just as creative but a little more macabre. So, let your morbid side show and... 469@http://theroseroom.net/ Halloween 2009-09-23T19:44:17-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000468.html I drowned and died Saving a phantom Who herself had drowned During childhood... 468@http://theroseroom.net/ Under the window 2009-09-15T19:07:07-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000463.html My sisters and I have convinced ourselves that at least half of our parents are gifted with a mild brain-stem disorder. This, we feel, accounts for their inability to recognize many social norms, let alone conform to them. ‘Disorder,’ we... 463@http://theroseroom.net/ Under the window 2009-01-13T07:25:10-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000460.html I need a fucking cigarette. I never “need” a cigarette. I’ve never been addicted to nicotine/tobacco, or anything else you can inhale. I started smoking my second Junior year of college and smoked semi-regularly socially for the next 2 years.... 460@http://theroseroom.net/ At the desk 2008-10-09T19:27:52-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000443.html In the storybook In the dollhouse In the alcove By the stairs Broken fingers Shattered inkwell Leaves of paper Everywhere... 443@http://theroseroom.net/ Secret passageway 2007-12-07T19:07:34-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000430.html I feel as though I’ve written this before, but I can’t find it. This occurred before I was in school, so I think I was about 4 years old. We had an air conditioner in our room, my sister and... 430@http://theroseroom.net/ On the bed 2007-08-29T00:07:07-06:00 http://theroseroom.net/archives/000426.html At one point it became very important for me to acquire towels and sheets and other linens. Important in a way which marked my comfort level as a person – enough fluffy towels in my closet would indicate I had... 426@http://theroseroom.net/ Inside the closet 2007-07-26T19:07:07-06:00