We are our stories.

I don’t have a lot of knowledge of my mother’s family. Oh sure, the basics: her sisters (3, and she was the youngest, by 20 minutes) and my resultant uncles and cousins, her parents’ names (I had to give those for the death certificate – did you know that the funeral home issues that?). But Continue reading We are our stories.

O frabjous day!

I am off crutches! The doctor said that, while the fractures are still there, not healed, I can begin to walk on the foot. But, “No marathons,” he said. I am happy to comply with that last because I can’t run a marathon anyway. I can type real well, but obviously, that’s not regarded as Continue reading O frabjous day!

qotd

I love this blog…. 19 January 2003“No. No way. Give me an example.” *pause* “That doesn’t even count, I was trying to show Jenna I could drive with my knee.” –A woman talking on a cell phone outside Pegasus Books [In Passing… –]