Ruining your fun since 2009! Skip to primary content. Why the Personal Stuff? This blog is moving! December 1, 2012. Although I may set up a redirect for this domain eventually. My intro post is up. If you want to see it! And, of course, thanks to everyone who helped make this happen.

Because this page contains a fair amount of autobiographical information, I will occasionally bring it up to date. This update is on October 15, 2013. The final draft of Galatians as it is completed. Besides this book on Genesis,.

Dad has volume A-M, and Brian N-Z. They sit in matching rocking chairs, either side of a small table. The room is dimly lit, and the fire is burning low. There is a long pause. The evening is, in fact, constructed mainly of long pauses. And the teenage me, dismayed by t.

My name is Christine and I have been flirting with poetry since 2011. I know very little about poetry and its various forms etc, but I am reading and learning. So I write my poems as therapy for the MS and also because sometimes it is simply fun to do, especially as I now spend more time at home. This is a big step for me, letting others read my poems. I hope you enjoy them and they make some sense.

And puppies for the meat markets.

If you were a neutral, this match was as boring a match can ever be. Steve Smith capped his perfect summer by hitting the winning runs. Australia win the world cup. Somewhere up, Philip Hughes would be smiling. Posted by Pradeep Shetty on March 29, 2015.

August 29, 2012 by Tom Harker-Branch. New, standing, gleaming wreck,. Cast out across the ebbing tide. Flayed, open and bare. July 12, 2012 by Tom Harker-Branch. Shutting out all external stimuli one by one. Eyes closed, ears closed, I delve into myself. A self-performed endoscopy, burrowing deep,. Shining a light on the mystery of. Blood vessel cave paintings, unread for years.

Posted by Unga Bunga Girl. From all the mistreatment it endured. It is made of stuff not fully understood but the message it relays defies the loudness of falsehood. We are all vomiting on force fed dogma and. Propaganda du jour while it is. Mocked and stabbed to bleed out while hung out to dry,. It cannot be kept down.

We write the stories you will never tell. You are who you think you are. Tomorrow, when you wake up,. As long as this is true, you have everything you need. You want to give up. And that alone is reason enough.

I am at the office. Every day for 5 years, mom would call me. And go about our day. This entry was posted on February 4, 2014 and tagged breast cancer. I came across a mommy blog today. There is no mom to enjoy reading them now.