“Nobody can ride your back if your back's not bent ( Read more... )

I stand expectantly at the top of the stairs, one eager eye pressed against the crack between the door and its frame. The sweet smell of chicken and waffles floats up to me, the kind of incense only my grandmother can burn. Yellow morning light bleeds through the lacy curtains staining the white carpet beside the bed that has always been mine, at ( Read more... )

Why not?

Everybody's doing it...which of course is a great reason to do anything.

So, just for LJ Idol's last hurrah, I rear my head on this here LJ.

Let therealljidol begin!

Hello all,

I'm not dead, and I'm hoping to get a spot in Exhibit A.

Bring on the challenge. I should have the attention span for this one. ;)

Ready, set, therealljidol

Hello lovelies,

I thought I'd post these here just in case anyone is interested.

Macys

Sur La Table

And
myregistry.com

The myregistry.com account has a button to contribute to our honeymoon if so desired.

If nothing else, you will benefit from all of my extensive research about cookware and home appliances :).

Steel skeletons and concrete skin
span over waters cold and wide.

My two homes lie on either side,
the sins that divided them buried in the deep.

Childhood journeys in rusty cars,
my father and I together and alone.

Music fills the great divide,
our bridge between absence and truth.

Steel skeletons and concrete skin
will never let me forget.

I'm slightly concerned.

I have not been on line a lot due to real life (and that giant holiday us Christians love called Easter) so I don't have a partner for LJI.

I have to write "Bridge" and need a "straw that stirs the drink" partner.

Anyone free?

Please say you are free, lest I weep with sadness.

And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the victory’s won,
Even death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me ( Read more... )

Tinley sat on the front porch steps, bathing in the amethyst light of early evening, cigarette dangling lazily from her left hand. She hadn't smoked in five years, but under the circumstances, it seemed like the least destructive option. She had seriously considered dragging all of the nursery furniture to the curb for the garbage truck to collect ( Read more... )

As someone who was once remarkably gifted at self sabotage, I understand you better than you'd like to believe. Time has past and we are both very different now. You have a toddler, hair that's too long, and a Quaker sensibility that seems to keep you from the bottom of a bottle. I'm almost married, have slightly more fluff around the middle than ( Read more... )