I've a grandmummy. She's the bestest, the sweetest, and better than all other mummies in the world.

But I make a good mummy too, you know. I am a good mummy. The bestest. The kittens all agree. And the songbirds. I always gave them seeds for singing. Nightingales and larks alike. Do sing pretty songs for mummy ( Read more... )

( Generally speaking, how do you think others perceive you? )

( Close your eyes and think about what you've been missing in your life lately. It could be a person, pet, place, thing, occasion, feeling. Anything at all that you miss dearly. )

It's a castle. A castle of alabaster, set on a cliff, with towers and turrets and bright-colored pennants. A drawbridge, a moat filled with songbirds, and shiny painted glass in all the windows. I'd plant a garden filled with jasmine and night blooms. Fresh-water streams would glitter in the moonlight ( Read more... )

( Mmmm... )

( I've the bestest Daddy in all the world. )

( Honey and cakes. )

The moon calls her awake when the nasty sun sleeps. Burrowed under a flowerbed, she claws her way out through weeds. She loves the feeling of bursting into the chill air. It's another rebirth, like the night before and the night before that ( Read more... )

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want--good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

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