
The young Ember grew among the clouds. One unexpected night, he descended to a Shanghai beach, his memories slipping away. He struggled against the loss, even after he stopped remembering why.
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time

The young Ember grew among the clouds. One unexpected night, he descended to a Shanghai beach, his memories slipping away. He struggled against the loss, even after he stopped remembering why.

If we were having coffee, it would be quick and outside. The Wee One is with me, rather than with her father, like normal. Since today is Father’s Day, I’m letting Cohiba sleep in rather than doing it myself before we go out. Is that counter to what would seem logical? It works for us. Wee One is taking small sweet steps around the concrete wall, and I can hear her little moccasins tap on the pavement.
I am usually the inappropriate one in a group of friends, and I fucking hate it.
It is up in the air whether the Internets help or hurt people, and for a long while when I was on Facebook, I wouldn’t connect with anyone unless I knew them pretty well. Since Wee One was born, I have found myself Facebook friends with people I barely know, (though I still don’t become friends with people I haven’t met,) but there are several different kinds of “strangers” I like being connected to:
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Question of the Day: You’re stranded on a deserted island with a TV, five movies, and five complete TV series. Which ones do you bring, and why?

It’s time for a Tell the Truth Tuesday, though a little more serious than the last one, about a lesson learned and hopefully not forgotten.
There was this mother up here I was jealous of. First of all, she’s hot – she looks great. She’s smart – a microbiologist and getting published in textbooks. She’s active, hiking and biking with her son all the time. But the real kicker was her son, who is a little younger than Wee One.

If we were having coffee, I would be embarrassed to meet you this rainy day. It has been a quiet week on the blogging front, as it has been for awhile, probably all year. Lately, I have been working on 14 single pages of a “busy book” for toddlers.

If we were having coffee, you would find me shamefaced when you walk in. I had stopped here earlier this week, I tell you. I didn’t have quite enough money, so I took a few pennies from the “leave one/take one” bowl that businesses often put up. `Only it wasn’t a leave one/take on bowl, it was the tip jar, I realized later. I took money from the tip jar. I felt so tacky.
I have been trying to decide for months whether or not I would publish this post.
In a previous post, I named a few expressions that I don’t care for. I want to do the same here, but manyof my friends use these expressions. I don’t mean to disrespect them, so if you’re my friend, this post is not for you. I mean no disrespect, and it might just be better if you go away.

If we were having coffee, you would have saved a table for us and you would be reading. You show me the cover of Devil in the White City, and say that you heard its finally going to be made into a movie. I am also reading that, and like it, but for some reason, it’s just taking me forever to get through. You start to giggle. Well yeah! you say, But not because Wee One takes up too much time. I bought it on my little iBooks app on my iPhone, and I think that’s the problem – it’s just a tiny screen.