I sent boxes and boxes of my dad's photos off to be scanned. They're still working on them, but sakes alive do I have a lot to wade through.

Still, ( a few selections )

Someone in the elevator was wearing my mom's favorite perfume this morning. She was also wearing a suit my mom would have loved -- but she was my age, which is probably the age she was when I imprinted on that perfume.

My current favorite reusable coffee mug at work looks like a disposable paper cup. I actually love drinking out of the squishy ( Read more... )

This morning I woke up from a dream where I was sitting on the couch in my current livingroom with my mom. We had our arms around each other and were chatting and she seemed sad. My dad came home and they exchanged some empty words, and he went upstairs; then, I held her and she started crying because they'd grown apart and would probably get a ( Read more... )