Harem Pants, Version 2. All pleated up and ready to be assembled. So yippie, my costume is pretty much done with one day left to spare. Done since I still have to add some hooks and eyes and .

Next to the Marsha Sharp Freeway. The corner of the Guthrie Theater. Some of the exhibits at the Newseum.

Original Poetry by Melinda Tanner Written From The Heart. Feel free to drop by and visit for a while! Wednesday, July 02, 2008. That you were taken away from me,. My one and only precious daughter. Murdered by some cruel soul now free. Being brutally stabbed to death. On that dreadful July day,. It breaks my heart more than anyone could know. And with each breath I take.

I have also been somewhat avoiding typing this entry. I guess seeing it in black and white will just make it all too real. I feel so selfish and horrible as I type this.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015. The desks are laid out side by side around the edge of the long, narrow room, backs to the window. No chance of distraction then. There is a hushed atmosphere, an almost holy reverence, and I make my way hurriedly to a quiet corner, anxious to avoid making a disturbance. Sunday, April 26, 2015. The Art of Self Knowledge.