I miss my sister so much. It's like having my chest cracked open, when she's gone. I forget how much I miss her, but it's like a ghost. The feeling is always there. There is so much I'd tell her, so many times I'd call her, if she were around. I came home from France without her to heartbreak and she's been gone this whole time and I just miss her ( Read more... )

Today is my sister's college graduation ( Read more... )

I've been MIA. Shit has gone down ( Read more... )

I just asked Rocky (via facebook) if she'll photograph my wedding. I don't have an intended, nor do I know if I'll be able to legally marry whoever I end up with, nor do I think I'll be getting married for a LONG LONG TIME. But I thought I'd ask ( Read more... )

me: Mom, I wrote this thing back in November . . . I don't know, there's something about it ( Read more... )

- our former board president's cancer has metastasized. he's a lovely man who served as board president for a couple of years and just recently left his post, is retired from the FBI, and has been sweet as pie to me during my tenure here ( Read more... )

Yesterday my father was referred to as my husband.

I miss my sister I miss my sister I miss her ( Read more... )

I realized yesterday that I am so, so excited to one day inherit my mother's - and thus, my grandmother's - collection of cookbooks, recipe books, old-school Betty Crocker binders with the red and white print, and all sorts of passed down kitchen knowledge. I still find old paper with my grandmother's script on it between pages of cookbooks I grew ( Read more... )