Just a little note to let everyone know that I will not be around until Mondayish. I will be checking my e-mail here and there so if anything important comes up, just e-mail me and let me know. My new quarter just started this week, we have company coming in from out of state in two weeks and much needs to be done around here, and my very ( Read more... )

Once we were in Rome, and mom was studying some set of ruins or another. I think it was the subterranean layer of the Colosseum or something, this whole underground world that no one really knew about for the longest time and that she'd talk about endlessly over dinner to the point that her wine would go untouched and I'd end up drinking both ( Read more... )

The basis of my innocence in the death of my best friend, Hallie, is that I can't remember the accident. 72 hours of my life are just gone. They're missing. I remember loading up our bags in the back of Zeke's truck, and then Hallie and I piling into her convertible. The top was down, and Jake was shouting something at her. Something about her ( Read more... )

1. The 4th of July is my favorite holiday ever. No maxing out your credit cards on things that people are probably just going to return or switch out anyway. No rushing around, trying to find the *PERFECT* gift for everyone on your list because obviously the gift you pick reflects how well you know the person or how much they mean to you. No stupid ( Read more... )

1. The first time my mother took me to Greece, and I was actually old enough to explore, and to know and understand the importance and significance of the ruins my mom was studying. We were in Patras, and it was long before I ever fell in love with the beach at Porto Katsiki. I simply fell in love with the ancient world ( Read more... )

Laughed at the lilies. I grieve.

It is her day, not theirs. And yet for over a week, they have all been fighting over the details, the designs of Elisabeth Santini's funeral. The Hoffman family has won at least one battle, and she'll be buried with her brother Stuart, in New York. Everything else is chaos and quiet disagreement, with each party claiming to know more than anyone ( Read more... )

I'm afraid they won't accept me.

Should've said goodbye to her pre-flight.

I don't want to bury her.