Diary of a Hopeful Starving Student

This is a place for hope.

V Peracchio

V Peracchio
Little Rock, Arkansas, U.S.A.
August 03
I am delightful company!
Once upon a time this writer was a reporter/photographer and columnist for a large weekly newspaper in New York City, worked at the Center for Publishing at N.Y.U., worked at Kirkus for one whirlwind semester and eventually was an editor at Scholastic. After two very eventful years on cable television in New York City, this writer was voted off the island. Today this writer is a student and soon-to-be published author (all fingers and toes are crossed) living in reduced circumstances. She is ever hopeful and even though her stomach may rumble from time to time, she is usually somewhat reasonably well fed. Most importantly this writer is a recovering or former New Yorker, (recovering seems more apt), who is quite happily transplanted elsewhere. She blooms where she is planted. ************************ You can contact me at diaryofahopefulstarvingstudent@ gmail.com


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MAY 7, 2012 9:29PM


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Isaiah and Hope are still consumed with laughing together.  Completely unaware of nearly all else, Hope turns the corner outside of the nursery, and Matthew runs right into them.

Ready or not, there is no escaping Hope. 

Somehow Matthew ends up all tangled up in them.  He breathes in the scent of Isaiah's baby powder, and then as he barely grazes the top of Hope's head he catches the scent of fresh lavender.

Any resolve that Matthew tried to shore up is gone in an instant.  Just like that.

It is all he can do to let go of Hope once they are they are that close to one another again.

Hope looks up at Matthew, catches the look in his eyes for just a moment, and she looks away, blushing now.

Then Hope takes a deep breath and holds Isaiah closer to steady herself. 

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