After hopping around some blogs, I found a new kind of poem floating around. I traced the original template to this site. It was a beautiful exercise and a very personal tribute to my own history. I’d like to share it with you. This poem is for Mama and Daddy. I am from Nancy Drew […] Read more…
March 2005 archive
And just when you thought you’re the closest you ever could be, you’re brought even closer together. Then any headache, any fever, any sore throat becomes insignificant, trivial, nothing you can’t get over. And the holding of hands, the kisses on the forehead and the loving words of comfort ease all the pain away, leaving […] Read more…
And just when you thought you’re the closest you ever could be, you’re brought even closer together. Then any headache, any fever, any sore throat becomes insignificant, trivial, nothing you can’t get over. And the holding of hands, the kisses on the forehead and the loving words of comfort ease all the pain away, leaving […] Read more…
Stuff Again
Still SickI’ve been sick since my last post. I’m still dealing with a bad cough and a sore throat. Can you hear my wheezing and hacking all the way where you are? Yeah, it’s that bad. But here I am at work anyway finishing up on a report. Hopefully after all the hulabaloo on this […] Read more…
Stuff Again
Still SickI’ve been sick since my last post. I’m still dealing with a bad cough and a sore throat. Can you hear my wheezing and hacking all the way where you are? Yeah, it’s that bad. But here I am at work anyway finishing up on a report. Hopefully after all the hulabaloo on this […] Read more…
Stuff
Things are changing for the better. Yeah, that’s cool. I never thought cleaning the bathroom could be so therapeutic. Once I scrub away the scum and grum and see the tiles all a-glistenin’, I feel so much better. The bed is made every morning once I get out of it. It started out as a […] Read more…
Stuff
Things are changing for the better. Yeah, that’s cool. I never thought cleaning the bathroom could be so therapeutic. Once I scrub away the scum and grum and see the tiles all a-glistenin’, I feel so much better. The bed is made every morning once I get out of it. It started out as a […] Read more…