She is not what I would have wanted to choose for myself (note: this is not to say she is not what I want. she is.)
If wishes were horses And horses were wishes I would trade every wish and every horse and give you this Give you me
Yesterday, I had the privilege to watch one of my closest friends, a person who has become, and so now is, a brother to me, marry the woman that he loves. The most curious thing about it, the best thing, really, was that it was simply that: he married the woman he loves. Not “loves” [fill … Continue reading
I remember when it used to be not if But when When I eventually would have my own little people Running in little socked feet Sliding on kitchen porcelain Skidding in mud and dirt and grime Sticky fingered smiles and hugs
On Saturday, I looked around, in my house, and it had become home. The very walls were alive, echoing of laughter and voices and a joyful noise – it was filled with that joyful noise, of bonhomie and friendship, the bonds of humanity, a grand synergy that only comes from love, respect, and true affection.
The purpose of this blog was for me to talk about the raw things, and so, it’s Friday, and I’m sharing: Sometimes, I get so fucking jealous of the “happy” people in relationships
“You are not raising children; you are raising adults.
Lots of little girls dream of growing up to be princesses or brides, of meeting their prince or future husband, getting married, having kids—you know, the whole story, the happily ever after. I don’t remember my dreams from when I was a kid; those have been lost to the past and I’m perfectly fine with … Continue reading
We should stop calling them closets and start calling them what they truly are: coffins.