Room to breathe.

Today we took our high school students to go see a movie about Rwanda at the Sundance Film Festival. I know some were affected by watching and learning about the genocide that took place there, but I am not sure all were. I hope that later, they will reflect and think of how much they have, and how lucky we are. I hope that seeing things like this make them want to change the world, because they are the future, and if they don't want to change it then who will?

I love my job.

Dear Coke: Its been real.

Coca Cola, You and I have had a good run. I mean, we have stuck by each other through a lot. I am going to try to be as honest as possible in this letter to you, so that you understand why I am doing what I am doing. My whole life, you have been there. Either you or one of your cousins Dr. P or Pepsi, but mostly you. I will never forget the times we had together. Buying a large you for a dollar at Mc Donalds, or seeing mirages of you in the blistering sun of Samoa and finding nothing more refreshing then you in a frosty, cold, glass bottle.

But I feel we have a bit of an unhealthy relationship. I think I need to give you space, and I think that I often hold on to you for the wrong reasons. Remember that one boy I dated years ago who hated that you and I had such a close relationship? Remember how when he and I broke up I vowed to never part from you unless it was my decision? Well, lately, for a while actually, I have been thinking we are not good for each other. Your my vice, and I don't want a vice.

I will look forward to our time together on special occasions, but I feel this space will be good for me. For a while, a long while, I have decided to say good-bye. I have loved you, and you have brought me much satisfaction at times.

Don't worry, I will still sing your jingle, and I will still  think your the best tasting soda.

Love Always, but Not Forever,

Amy Jo

*This is not a joke, I just had my last coke, for a while. A long while.

Center St.

It's looking like a limb torn off Or altogether just taken apart We're reeling through an endless fall We are the ever-living ghost of what once was

I seriously love that Provo Center St. Is a little cluster of small, culturally rich restaurants. Who would have thought?

Today I ate at Joe Veras (Mexican Food). Yesterday at The El Salvadorian (I think its food from El Salvador). The day before that The India Palace (Indian Food?). And just around the corner I work at Rooster, and I ate there tonight (Dumplings).

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Snow and I.

Dear Mr. Snow, I know we have had our outs in the past, and that things haven't always been, well, warm between us. But I finally have realized, that I love you. I love driving in you. I am sad when you finally melt away and leave the ground dry and boring.

Maybe its because you remind me of a home a love. But I remember the first time you and I met. No, not the time in Flagstaff when I was a kid and you had been on the ground for a long time. I mean when I was 12, and I woke up to my first, fresh fallen snow. The morning light hit you and you sparkled. Just like glitter.

Last night you came down pretty hard when we were driving home from PC. But I kind of loved it. Although you sometimes make me afraid for my life, I like you. Not year round or anything, I mean we all need our space. But when your here, I am pretty happy about it.

We are friends you and I.

Sincerely,

Amy Jo

What I am saying is, "Utah, I don't hate you because of the snow, I realize I actually like having seasons."