MY RECENT POSTS
- The Be-All, End-All Force of
the Universe
December 01, 2011 02:37PM - My Father's House
October 12, 2011 02:23PM - last call
October 10, 2011 12:38PM - The Place I Am From
September 16, 2011 12:32AM - Silence
September 04, 2011 12:34PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I think having social
values compatible with the
welfare of
everyone in the
commu…”
January 23, 2012 01:14PM - “I knew there'd be a lot
of tribute essays today but I
knew
that yours would be
th…”
January 16, 2012 02:02PM - “well, I think *you* get
the credit for the cool
&
Kerouac-y stuff”
January 16, 2012 01:23PM - “hmmI I was writing a
comment but walked a way for
awhile,
then had to reboot,
may…”
January 15, 2012 10:22PM - “We are relying on your
mom et al to furnish up
with
fascinating distraction.
For…”
January 15, 2012 09:48PM
Sandra Stephens's Links
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- 15 Minute Lunch
- Where The Hell Is Matt?
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- Points Of Intersection
- Tom Cordle
- Verbal Remedy
- TequilaAndDonuts
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- Monsieur Chariot
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- Lea's Corner of the World
- The Stepmom Chronicles
- Holding Hands with Sophia
- Travelling with Sophia
- Skiing with Snowphia
- Playing with Sophia
- Running with Slowphia
- Singing to Sophia: May You Bloom And Grow Forever
The Be-All, End-All Force of the Universe
Monday
the h turned 46 and because most people like a little fuss, even
people like the h who don’t really like a fuss, we made a
moderate fuss, declaring it birthday weekend, with gifts and cards
and attention and cake doled out in serial fashion across Friday,
Saturday, Sunday… Read full post »
As adults, we often assume that the celebrations with the prettiest décor, the fancier food, the higher priced liquor and the nicer people will be the celebrations that are remembered best, most frequently and most fondly.
But kids have a calculus all their own, and what seems s
… Read full post »last call
He calls me his love.
My love! He says, smiling. And, more quietly, his eyes on mine: my love.
Some of those people, that eleventh day of the ninth month of the first year of the new century – some of them died right away, vaporized. But I… Read full post »
The Place I Am From
I am from the land of loud sounds:
shouts vibrating the air like a tuning fork,
heavy footfalls cracking the linoleum,
keys slamming on the dresser.
I am from the place of trying to not make a sound,… Read full post »
Silence
There are many types of silence, and they all sound different.
There is the silence that follows the last snick of the door closing on the last guest.
There is the silence of the woods muffled in snow. There is the silence of a room where only fire… Read full post »
The Search
I wish she’d stop carrying on so, someone
said.
It might have been Mary. It wasn’t Becka, something that relieved me greatly because it was the kind of thing that Becka would say, not understanding how such a comment was like telling someone you know to be suicidal where… Read full post »
One fourth of July we went over to my Aunt Barb’s
like we always do, and my dad got drunk, like he always does. I
didn’t mind, because when he’s like that he's a
little easier to manage. Not when he’s drunk, but when he was
drunk around other… Read full post »
Something has been on my mind, something I read somewhere
not long ago - I don't remember where, maybe Nova, or one of the
airline in-flight magazines. The article was about the
lightning bugs disappearing.
That's what we called them where I'm from. I like it better than firefly… Read full post »
A few moments, here and there
There are moments in our lives. Moments that naturally separate themselves, falling away from the thousands of others, standing out like a scarlet leaf fluttering brightly in the memory.
At the soccer game: … Read full post »
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