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Where your pants and your dignity are absent. There will be no children of my own for me. Its the best I can do. To find resolution to old family issues. To find solutions, to find peace. So to anyone that might read this, I wish you a happy mothers day. To know that mothers come in all forms and love does as well. Big love to all of you. Saying Goodbye to the Circus. This most recent series .

Oh, for the love of God. My son recently returned from.

Trying to make it count. Parties that slap you in the face with the fact that time has passed. Posted in Things I Think About. Posted in Things I Do. Sometimes I really love humans. Posted in Things I Do. When I got there, there were two girls sitting on the grass, so I introduced myself and sat down with them. We had been chatting for about twenty minutes .

Wait Just stand there for a sec. He walked to the table for breakfast this morning. Ready or not, here it is.

Where to find me these days. You remember my friend Andrew? Well we started a blog where we share our obsession with podcasts. 100 posts, a new blog, and an article in the paper. Always Look On The Left Side Of Life.

So, last October when I was staying in deepest Dorset I went to a plant nursery just outside Salisbury and bought three grubby, shrivelled looking dried up old roots for a fiver each, stuffed them in my suitcase and flew back to Madrid with fingers and toes crossed. Rhubarb, a Siberian native, really could grow in central Spain! And here they are. From tiny green nobs, to gigantic, nay, majestic leaves.