I remember the day clearly, after worrying it in my mind for so long ( Read more... )

I've decided not to tell him about the cancer. He will accept me back into his life, or not, but in either instance, I don't want a repeat of what happened with his mother. I want him to live and be happy, not weep silent tears by my bedside after he thinks I've fallen asleep ( Read more... )

I used to keep a diary (not quite a log book, but almost) of things Alexander and I did. Sometimes, when he was away at school, Lillian and I would read through it, curled side by side on a divan, wrapped in blankets. We'd laugh, occasionally cry, and sometimes we'd talk about what he would be like once he was grown ( Read more... )

We went to the botanical gardens one day, just me, Alexander, and Lillian. We wandered around for hours, talking about colors, shapes, and sizes. Alexander must have been four or five ( Read more... )

I applied for the position on May 3rd, 1986 ( Read more... )

Yesterday was spent in the hospital. I was on a morphine drip for a good portion of the day, and the time I didn't spend in a soporific haze was spent with rounds of tests ( Read more... )

I have these written in a scrapbook of my Alexander ( Read more... )

After worrying about him for all these years, following his life through tabloids and news reports as though we were strangers... A friend of a friend told me about his Live Journal ( Read more... )

This journal is a work of ficton, based on the WB's Smallville series. No claims of ownership of any character is implied. Just fans working out some thoughts about the show, folks - nothing to get worked up about. :) It is not yet part of the SV Diaries project, but it will be...