March 2010
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Reading this poem… it’s like you set a thesaurus on fire and hurled it at my face.
Eulogy for Nana
When my brother and I would come to visit Fairport, our first sunny day with Nana would begin as soon as she could drag us out of bed. We all had breakfast, filled our sports bottles with Gatorade, gathered our tennis rackets and gear, packed some old bread for the ducks, put our bikes on the car, and set off for the park, listening to classical music on the radio.
Over the course of the day we...
Home is where the heart is. More specifically — under the floorboards.
[This is my Facebook status today, too, because I wanted people to actually read it :)]
2009 -> 2010 is nice, because if you start writing 2009 but realize it’s 2010 just before you’ve written the 9, you can stick a 1 in there and be done with it. Much easier than the last decade switch… start writing 1999 at all and people will know what you’ve done.