Pretend with me, for a moment ( Read more... )

Sometime, back when I was in high school, I wrote a letter to my mother. My mother, it should be noted, did not live with me, but right down our long-ass driveway ( Read more... )

I had this really long, rambly entry about writing and publishing that I was going to post, but it didn't say exactly what I wanted it to say. Or, rather, it did, but not in the manner I wanted. So, when broaching a topic where I don't want to be misunderstood, I do what I do best and talk about it from my POV ( Read more... )

We do not grieve for those who have died. We grieve for ourselves, for what we have lost. --Millennium, "Powers, Principalities, Thrones, and Dominions" (paraphrased)I've often joked to myself, and occasionally a few other people, that I am emotionally retarded. And I don't mean anything offensive with the use of that word, "retarded". Simply put, ( Read more... )

As far as Christmases go, this one wasn't bad in and of itself. I had a lovely time with the family, had great meals, and got fun stuff (as well as money to buy other fun stuff I didn't get ( Read more... )