When you think of Christmas, what comes to mind is a tree by a fire, presents nestled under its boughs, and little children happily waking up to find that Santa had come and gone. Me? My Christmas ended in a hospital, wondering which is more sad: to see my great-grandmother incapacitated by pain as she nears the end of her life, or that she had ( Read more... )

What do you hope to accomplish with your life ( Read more... )

I can't see myself ever telling anyone that I have a livejournal blog. I just don't see it happening. I'll probably even try to keep it a secret, to an extent. It's not that I'm ashamed. I don't really care if others dissaprove, and I never have. The question is simply "Why ( Read more... )

Wednesday, August of 2007. The fateful night when everything didn’t change ( Read more... )