Perhaps I spoke too soon this morning with my long, lonely rant.
When I got home today, I discovered a beautiful, hand-made valentine from my beautiful friend Sara. I suddenly feel a bit better. And loved.
Perhaps I spoke too soon this morning with my long, lonely rant.
When I got home today, I discovered a beautiful, hand-made valentine from my beautiful friend Sara. I suddenly feel a bit better. And loved.
I must have caught it on the plane — this cold or plague or bird flu that has me in its grip right now; my house is knee-deep in used tissues and frankly it is all very disgusting and gross. I haven’t been [more...]
You’d think that after two years and 4 months in California I’d have run out of comparisons to my old home in DC, but every so often I realize that something is different and I didn’t even realize it [more...]
It’s interesting, the different memories that burn themselves into our brains. Every so often I flash on one of two memories about B that will evidently be with me for life. The first is purely emotional — [more...]
