“Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened.” — Amy Bloom from Away
My last two years of college where dominated by a story too convoluted for you to even BEGIN to understand so we’ll just call it The Situation. The [...]
Archive for August, 2008
Face-ing the past
Posted in Uncategorized on August 22, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Wallowing in nostalgia. . .
Posted in Uncategorized on August 18, 2008 | 2 Comments »
This baby. . .
this toddler. . .
is now this fine young man (if I do say so myself). . .
and he started high school today.
You’ll excuse if I’m a little misty.
A Series of Unfortunate Dresses
Posted in Uncategorized on August 1, 2008 | 5 Comments »
Due to the draconian dress code (now relaxed) of my university, there were very few dresses suitable for a young, virginal fundy girl to wear to a festive event. (Which were always “banquets,” with no dancing. NEVER DANCING.) But please. I could’ve found something better than this?
Y’all. I look like I’m in some sort of period [...]
