my name is Erica. I live in Atlanta.

blog: ladyatl.com
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It’s November 1st, which means my 29th birthday is 24 days away. 29 seems like an obscure milestone to celebrate and more like a slow death march to some metaphorical (and truly, a physical internal) clock - leading to 30. It seems like yesterday I was celebrating 25 with pure bliss and innocence. How much things change in 4 quick years. I’ve said (and stand firm) that Facebook is no place for a single lady approaching 30.
The illusion that marriage and motherhood are the missing piece to put a cap on your life before the 30th milestone is maddening. Facebook (usually) doesn’t show the dirty diapers or the husband sleeping on the couch for a month. I’ve received several surprising inquiries about the absence or reappearance of my presence on Facebook. At the end of the day - much of my work life is the business of Facebook and it’s simply unavoidable to remain forever removed. 
For now, I take what I see with a grain of salt. I say a silent prayers for my sweet sisters with little babes and offer my support to the newly hopeful in love. I discerningly keep my internet conversation to lighthearted Jennifer Lopez lip dubs and give nod to a young women still silently composing herself into a lady.
It’s November 1st, which means my 29th birthday is 24 days away. 29 seems like an obscure milestone to celebrate and more like a slow death march to some metaphorical (and truly, a physical internal) clock - leading to 30. It seems like yesterday I was celebrating 25 with pure bliss and innocence. How much things change in 4 quick years. I’ve said (and stand firm) that Facebook is no place for a single lady approaching 30.
The illusion that marriage and motherhood are the missing piece to put a cap on your life before the 30th milestone is maddening. Facebook (usually) doesn’t show the dirty diapers or the husband sleeping on the couch for a month. I’ve received several surprising inquiries about the absence or reappearance of my presence on Facebook. At the end of the day - much of my work life is the business of Facebook and it’s simply unavoidable to remain forever removed. 
For now, I take what I see with a grain of salt. I say a silent prayers for my sweet sisters with little babes and offer my support to the newly hopeful in love. I discerningly keep my internet conversation to lighthearted Jennifer Lopez lip dubs and give nod to a young women still silently composing herself into a lady.
It’s November 1st, which means my 29th birthday is 24 days away. 29 seems like an obscure milestone to celebrate and more like a slow death march to some metaphorical (and truly, a physical internal) clock - leading to 30. It seems like yesterday I was celebrating 25 with pure bliss and innocence. How much things change in 4 quick years. I’ve said (and stand firm) that Facebook is no place for a single lady approaching 30.
The illusion that marriage and motherhood are the missing piece to put a cap on your life before the 30th milestone is maddening. Facebook (usually) doesn’t show the dirty diapers or the husband sleeping on the couch for a month. I’ve received several surprising inquiries about the absence or reappearance of my presence on Facebook. At the end of the day - much of my work life is the business of Facebook and it’s simply unavoidable to remain forever removed. 
For now, I take what I see with a grain of salt. I say a silent prayers for my sweet sisters with little babes and offer my support to the newly hopeful in love. I discerningly keep my internet conversation to lighthearted Jennifer Lopez lip dubs and give nod to a young women still silently composing herself into a lady.

It’s November 1st, which means my 29th birthday is 24 days away. 29 seems like an obscure milestone to celebrate and more like a slow death march to some metaphorical (and truly, a physical internal) clock - leading to 30. It seems like yesterday I was celebrating 25 with pure bliss and innocence. How much things change in 4 quick years. I’ve said (and stand firm) that Facebook is no place for a single lady approaching 30.

The illusion that marriage and motherhood are the missing piece to put a cap on your life before the 30th milestone is maddening. Facebook (usually) doesn’t show the dirty diapers or the husband sleeping on the couch for a month. I’ve received several surprising inquiries about the absence or reappearance of my presence on Facebook. At the end of the day - much of my work life is the business of Facebook and it’s simply unavoidable to remain forever removed. 

For now, I take what I see with a grain of salt. I say a silent prayers for my sweet sisters with little babes and offer my support to the newly hopeful in love. I discerningly keep my internet conversation to lighthearted Jennifer Lopez lip dubs and give nod to a young women still silently composing herself into a lady.


a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.  I think i too have known
autumn too long

                  (and what have you to say,
wind wind wind—did you love somebody
and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart
pinched from dumb summer?
                            O crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us and start

the last leaf whirling in the final brain
of air!)Let us as we have seen see
doom’s integration………a wind has blown the rain

away and the leaves and the sky and the
trees stand:
             the trees stand.  The trees,
suddenly wait against the moon’s face.



- A Wind Has Blown The Rain Away and Blow, e.e. cummings

a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.  I think i too have known
autumn too long

                  (and what have you to say,
wind wind wind—did you love somebody
and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart
pinched from dumb summer?
                            O crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us and start

the last leaf whirling in the final brain
of air!)Let us as we have seen see
doom’s integration………a wind has blown the rain

away and the leaves and the sky and the
trees stand:
             the trees stand.  The trees,
suddenly wait against the moon’s face.



- A Wind Has Blown The Rain Away and Blow, e.e. cummings

a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.  I think i too have known
autumn too long

                  (and what have you to say,
wind wind wind—did you love somebody
and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart
pinched from dumb summer?
                            O crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us and start

the last leaf whirling in the final brain
of air!)Let us as we have seen see
doom’s integration………a wind has blown the rain

away and the leaves and the sky and the
trees stand:
             the trees stand.  The trees,
suddenly wait against the moon’s face.



- A Wind Has Blown The Rain Away and Blow, e.e. cummings

a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.  I think i too have known
autumn too long

                  (and what have you to say,
wind wind wind—did you love somebody
and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart
pinched from dumb summer?
                            O crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us and start

the last leaf whirling in the final brain
of air!)Let us as we have seen see
doom’s integration………a wind has blown the rain

away and the leaves and the sky and the
trees stand:
             the trees stand.  The trees,
suddenly wait against the moon’s face.



- A Wind Has Blown The Rain Away and Blow, e.e. cummings

a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.  I think i too have known
autumn too long

                  (and what have you to say,
wind wind wind—did you love somebody
and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart
pinched from dumb summer?
                            O crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us and start

the last leaf whirling in the final brain
of air!)Let us as we have seen see
doom’s integration………a wind has blown the rain

away and the leaves and the sky and the
trees stand:
             the trees stand.  The trees,
suddenly wait against the moon’s face.



- A Wind Has Blown The Rain Away and Blow, e.e. cummings

a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.  I think i too have known
autumn too long

                  (and what have you to say,
wind wind wind—did you love somebody
and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart
pinched from dumb summer?
                            O crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us and start

the last leaf whirling in the final brain
of air!)Let us as we have seen see
doom’s integration………a wind has blown the rain

away and the leaves and the sky and the
trees stand:
             the trees stand.  The trees,
suddenly wait against the moon’s face.



- A Wind Has Blown The Rain Away and Blow, e.e. cummings
a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.  I think i too have known
autumn too long

                  (and what have you to say,
wind wind wind—did you love somebody
and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart
pinched from dumb summer?
                            O crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us and start

the last leaf whirling in the final brain
of air!)Let us as we have seen see
doom’s integration………a wind has blown the rain

away and the leaves and the sky and the
trees stand:
             the trees stand.  The trees,
suddenly wait against the moon’s face.
- A Wind Has Blown The Rain Away and Blow, e.e. cummings