The original intentions of Mother's Day were less sentimental and more important than anything we have now:Arise, then, women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts, whether your baptism be that of water or tears ( Read more... )

I was remembering the sunrises in Bermuda this morning. No, not remembering, reliving. For a few minutes I was all but there again. Part of me is always there. Just like a little part of me is still fresh and lost and wandering, and a little part of me will be speaking the oath forever. There are little parts of me in every moment I'm alive ( Read more... )

Poor Yohji. I don't know what happened, but we may be risking the kitchen to make cookies soon.

More fun with Zim: today, what's the internet for. No, don't answer that. He gave me Irken snacks. They're very crunchy.

Poor boy.

I met a...genie, I guess? named Riley. I saw him first last night, but couldn't stay to talk so I lent him a baby ( Read more... )