Wednesday, December 22, 2010. Did anyone else ever read that Carl Stephenson short story. It made a deep impression on me, although I failed to remember the title, and only found it again years later by asking around.

Writer, mom, tutor, superwoman. Thank you for reading or following my blog. Some of you have been with me since I started it when Toots was a baby. Things have ramped up beyond the usual mayhem in the past year, and I have been pretty spotty in my posts. At this point, I am considering at least a semi-permanent breather if not completely ending the blog in this form. I may post an occasional poem here from .

I reblog this in honor and memory of my grandfather, my stepfather and all those fathers who share who they are with others. Fathers and those who Mentor. My mother and father were divorced in the mid-sixties. Long before single parent households were normative.

Without a Destination, a Journey is Just Wandering. 8220;Okay, so why do trolls like to live under bridges anyway? 8221; Kevin asked as the squad car drove them away from the homeless shelter. Brigitte, the person in charge of the shelter, had told them that Fraaphknot lived under the Brooklyn Bridge.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011. I have a story that unfortunately involves maths - a tale that when spun will reflect the true state of health care in this country. I hope you have insurance. Either way, happy ending - right? Happy ending, right? Let me be clear - this means that the hospital bean coun.