It has been five years today since we lost my mom. I keep thinking she’ll turn up, at my door, on the other end of the phone, in my email inbox. She doesn’t, she won’t, she can’t. But she does turn up in the photograph of a flower, the inscription in a [...]
i put lasers in this picture. i am cam.
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JediBoy learns to blog. How can I deny the use of his real name when that’s his favorite word to type?
He says he wants his own blog now, and that he wants to be called Victor Von Doom.
While on the phone with PisecoSis, I escaped from the kitchen (where BabyGirl had eaten, as a snack, in the fifteen minutes I’d been on the phone: five deli slices of roast beef, six slices of sandwich pepperoni, one string cheese, two cups of milk and one cup of applesauce, and she was still hungry) [...]
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