Things that are currently tugging at the fraying edges of the thing that is my mind ( Read more... )

 Earliest thing: I can remember picking up a Fisher Price toy school bus, from under a dusty coffee table. I heard my mom call my name, and I can remember pulling the bus towards my chest, holding it like it was sacred treasure. I ran out the door and found my mother sitting in the old Buick ( Read more... )

 I don't want to talk about the funeral. I cried, I said some words, I hugged some people, and I came home. It was painful, but after watching Shady's mother hold strong, I knew not to complain ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning to the sound of my father cussing about orange juice ( Read more... )

 So today sort of sucked.
I was supposed to get out of Chemistry at 8:30, for a college dual enrollment meeting, but we had a test today and Mrs. K wouldn't let me go. 
I missed the meeting, and I think I failed that test. :|

My publications class is working on articles for the yearbook, and I left ALL of my stuff at home. One of the articles I'm ( Read more... )

I spent the day with Dad, going from place to place, jotting down notes and taking pictures of tombstones and plots of land with our name on it. 
Fairbank, Fairbanks, Sewell, Laird, Trice, Horney, Harrison...
From Easton to St. Michaels to McDaniel to Wittman to Sherwood. Sherwood cemetery was the best place for the name Sewell. We found where my ( Read more... )