8220;A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. Tuesday, December 5, 2017. We Care About the Details.

The faithful of Detroit City.

Musings of an overweight 31-yr old pole-dancer as she tries to lose weight and be better at pole. I reckon a 5 inch heel can bring my BMI down at least 3 points. Thursday, 29 April 2010. So today am down in total by 4.

Posted by Gina in Uncategorized. Well, it is nice to see my blog still exists. It has been quite some time since I logged into this lovely site, but I see it has awaited my return. Having a heart attack one day later in life.

The smell of dried sweat and full flask and despair. What need for the pomp, all the vapid exchanges. The banging of drums when the sort it arranges. Are listless in spirit and louder than God. What need for the green without knowing the sod. The soul of the place and the people who came. Whose memory is buried and trampled the same. Like rolling across a wire.