This Thanksgiving we’ve been blessed with a visit from Dick’s dad. We haven’t seen any of Dick’s family since we moved from Florida last August, and we miss them all, almost as much as the beach and Habana Cafe.
Dick’s family was not the big Mormon family I’d always hoped to marry in to. They were [...]
Memarie Lane has a great post today about how most of us are bit players (if not Kleenex-disposable extras) in the big scheme of life. That’s why (because I agree, not because of her post) I wasn’t going to write some grandiose “Where were you?” post about September 11th. Wasn’t going to say that we [...]
After all the flap about fraudulent autobiographies (holocaust faker, addict exaggerator, gang survivor wanna-be), I’ve decided to write my own memoirs. It (they?) might be extremely boring, but I promise to be truthful, and really, why would you ever prefer a good story to The Truth?
Here’s my story of shame and degradation, humiliation and redemption:
I [...]