Last night--when I had had other plans, but at the bequest of my mother, I made them for later--I went on a listing appointment.  The woman was pregnant.  They had three children already, and all I could think of was ugh.  Children are entirely overrated--unless you simply have one.  Or perhaps two, as my mother had, for my sister (rest her ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday, Sean Christopher Hendrickson. You are missed.
1995 - 1998

Part of what happened last night (and lots - oodles, will be revised - it's too, as they say, "fresh ( Read more... )

Have you ever noticed how *certain* people love to make you try to feel terrible just because they do? Just a thought: if you feel so badly, why try to "infect" (sorry, but this person LOVES this word!) others with said "infection." Idea: get thee to a hospital (ala Shakespeare's get thee to a nunnery!) where they have instruments to remove such ( Read more... )

- for Christi (1972 - 2003 ( Read more... )

Surely this must explain it? To choose, say, "Geoffrey," over "Jeffrey" means something? And there are plenty of otherly entirely ridiculous names mothers can name her son and I'm sure - although naturally, I've got theories, but they're not yet molted - that this is the sole reason people behave as they do! It's a good thing I wasn't named " ( Read more... )

Think of This ( Read more... )

- after ESVM ( Read more... )

For C ( Read more... )

is a day which is coming too soon. I hate anniversaries, especially of this sort. They mean something, and then mean nothing all at the same time. And I hate that both must be altogether--they should either mean something, or mean nothing. It's the duality of it, their joining, that kills this girl. I imagine the two dancing in twilight and ( Read more... )