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Great Grandmother’s Talent
My great grandmother, Mama Salter, put a crochet hook and some yarn in my hand when I was just a baby–far too young to remember. She didn’t care what I did, she just wanted me to play with it. I can not remember learning how to crochet the basic stitch. I only remember my grandmother,
RIP Frank M O’Brien
Thursday at ~12noon, my mom called to tell me: “they have taken away all the fluids” from Grandaddy. What? They took away the fluids and you know the body just can’t survive very long without liquids. I’m sorry. So….Grandaddy’s in the hospital? Yes. And you didn’t think it was important to call and tell me?
One Decade – a haiku
Just moments ago, I realized today’s date. It’s funny what your emotions remember when your brain tries to forget pain. – It’s been a decade. I still miss you very much. Daddy, you are loved. – Now, I know why I woke up with tear-stained cheeks. This post comes to you from atop the 3′x5′
2012 BANG!
Ack! 2012 has started off with a bang. This must be what runners and racers feel all the time….except we are sprinting through January instead of December. So, here’s a collective update. The Move Last year, our rent went up almost 10% and added some fees, too. We knew it would happen again (we heard
Merry Christmas to Us
What a great Cristmas Emil and I had. We got to see both sides of the family [1] and made time for oursleve, too. And, this is the first time in a long time that we didn’t get each other a same gift. Armed with new toys and gadgets (this blog post is coming to
Annual Illnesses Times Three
Two years ago, I was far to ill to attend Thanksgiving–my third favorite holiday. I tried to get Emil to go to Bryan without me, but he wanted to stay here and take care of me. yippie. j.k. Actually, he was quite kind to check on me but otherwise leave me alone… I think he
Protected: A Nightmare…with implications that’re IRL
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