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hemmy


The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too, but there will be

i love comments


I sometimes turn the comments off because, quite frankly, the spam is killing me. Even with the filter. I’ll go crazy if I read another ad for Xanax or Hot Young Teens. But please feel free to stop by and say hello, to drop me your thoughts on a post or to tell me how

1946


We was spindly little things but we was strong. Us from back on the mountain. We worked like them town kids didn’t. Why we’d start before it even got light. Seemed like the middle of the night. I guess it was too. We’d work with the cows and the corn and the chickens and with

footwashers


Dewey always said Hell was here on earth. The life we live today. As a child I mocked him. Rolled my eyes and called him a footwasher. But as I grew older I began to understand why some people need to believe life can’t get any worse. Even if it means somewhere someday it gets

thanks mom


Continued… Last night after I realized it WAS Stephen sitting in my hall I locked myself in my bedroom and didn’t come out. He beat on the door and I kept thinking How did he find me and thought about crawling out the window. I didn’t and when Bella came home three hours later she

there are no words


Continued… Holy. Freakin. ****. OK. Right. Here’s how I got here. Two months ago I answered an anonymous “Houseshare by University” ad I’d taken from an online accommodations bulletin. I’d never met the poster – Bella – before in my life. Never heard of her. Never knew a thing about her. It was all totally

peter peter


Continued… I saw Peter yesterday and it was all very boring. I don’t know what I expected. He apologized for everything and said he’s glad we’ve been able to move on from that and remain friends. He values me that way. Whatever. What he should have said was this: I’ll mess around with you when

good friday


Santa Susanna, Via Venti Settembre, Roma Santa Susanna is the ‘National Church in Rome of the United States of America’. It’s a Baroque looking building on a busy street. The Euro and I dropped in to have a quick look a few months ago when we were in Rome.

i’d kiss him. if he’d let me.


Continued… I tend to lose touch with friends when they move away. I don’t correspond well and I’m always caught up in too much drama to worry about anyone else. I know. It’s selfish. I’m working on it. Peter and I have been friends for a while. A short while…just over a year. But it’s