This is one of the most important conversations we can have. It took us long enough to care about the devastating kidnapping of 200 schoolgirls in Nigeria.

Ramblings of the BIGGEST exaggerator in the UNIVERSE. I think we can all agree that flying, especially when forced to mix with the likes inhabiting steerage, is not the most pleasant experience one could come up with. Surveys show it is often a close second behind prison rape. I imagine that is probably a little less pleasant. This is a statistical fact.

Long before ever having children, I made myself a solemn promise. I would NEVER turn into my mother. I remember developing a mental list of the many things I would do differently when I had children of my own. I would be a modern, enlightened parent. Not the old-fashioned kind of mother I was raised by. I mean, my generation had books telling us What to Expect which explained everything I could possibly need to know. My mother thought it was kind of silly. You go to the hospital,.

This is to let everyone who is familiar with Sue that she suddenly died on Friday, May 30. I will not be accessing this blog so if anyone wants to express condolences or any concerns, please contact me directly at. It could be anywhere in the world; anywhere you wish to be.

The dogs of war are coming. They slipped out behind my words. And are baying at the moon. Who would have guessed the moon. Would be so long in coming? You never heard my words. And now I marshal words. To defend myself; only the moon. I am coming to take my words back from the moon. She said it again this morning; she tells me every day. Nothing will come of it. I do not fear the dark.

Before forever, before goodbye, before everything. Our mouths ached from our gaping smiles. Our palms were damp from hours spent with fingers interlocked. Our bellies were tight from endless laughter. We were diamonds glittering across the sea.

The Day it all Stopped. The day my heart stopped. Well it was the day of my brain. I was studying, full concentration. No thoughts of a futuristic lover. The day my heart stopped,. I was rational and I was wise. It was like a prize, given by this life. I needed my heart no longer. The day my heart stopped,. I was mean and selfish they say,. I was ready to fight and burn it all away. I made them cry,.

The road to the forum is paved with good intentions. Asymp; Leave a comment. It seemed a small thing, surrounded and empearled in a nacre of derision. They strung it on a chain and she wore it until it dragged her under unexpected water. It was still around her neck when they buried her, that word. Come down to the backyard, where the old tire swing. Hangs in the tree, where I used to swing until my yellow. The grass was green, then, and my other shoe.