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My young adult years were full of stupid things.  Fun things, yet very, very stupid.  Most of all it was in thanks to my closest friend, Cole Gibsen.  No, it was all her fault.  Of course if you ask her, she’ll probably deny it all, as she madly types away about our adventures in Alabama and in the “Devil Woods”.  I’m positive there’s a book there to be written.  Or maybe, just maybe, it shouldn’t be written. Which is why I wasn’t too upset to find out that her debut novel, Katana, had nothing to do with our younger adventures.  Although it is  Read more >

It was hard on my son at first, he’d ask weekly where his big sister was.  I’d lie flat out, saying, “Oh honey, she’s just been working really hard, she’ll call… one day.” Except one day hasn’t come in over a year and a half.  The phone has not rang in over 365 days.  He doesn’t ask about her anymore. And how do you explain to a six-year-old that his big sister has run away because she thinks we’re sinners who are unchoosen?  How do you tell those brown eyes that she doesn’t want us anymore?  How do I break his heart ever so  Read more >

Life happens.  When it rains it pours and sometimes you get gail force winds right on top of everything else.  Things can really suck.  It’s hard to not look back over the past year and a half and to not get depressed.  Disappearing family, broken homes, two family dogs lost, emergency surgery, cancer, seizures, bills, migraines, deva  Read more >

No spoilers today so read on. After months of talking up the book, and hushing the whole entire house every time a preview came on I finally convinced the Husband to take me out on one of those date things to see The Hunger Games movie.  Convinced or maybe annoyed, either or, I got to go. $50,000 dollars later I saw why this was the first time ever we went to see a movie together.  (unless you count taking the boy to see Toy Story 3, which was a total waste, because the evil bear thing scared him so much he spent the entire movie hidden in my arms)  WTH happen  Read more >

Childhood is a funny thing.  The parts we remember, the parts we can’t remember, and the parts we try to forget.  I sat down in a restaurant one day with a friend during our lunch break at the local college.  The waiter walks up to me with a huge smile of recognition.  “You know who I am, right?”  He asked still beaming. Of course I didn’t remember him.  I can point-blank tell you about something insignificant 2 years ago on Facebook, but please don’t try to get me to remember faces or names.  I squinted, and  Read more >