See this piece of awesomeness right here? It was drawn by a local artist at my town’s annual Small World Festival, which celebrates the rich and varied diversity that flourishes in our community. A street downtown (think 50′s era small town Main Street) is blocked off for an afternoon of live entertainment by heritage groups, [...]
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On just his dad’s side, Frank has 7 aunts and uncles. The one that I always heard the most about was Uncle Paul. “He’s the gay one,” Frank would say with a reminiscent smirk as he recalled childhood week-long visits with him in San Francisco. I finally got the chance to meet Paul the weekend of [...]
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There is a lot that I was going to say about our time in Louisiana to attend the funeral of Frank’s paternal grandfather, Papaw. Through the weekend, I took pictures with both my camera and my mind. I curled ribbons of words about love, loss, and life to write into a post. But I am [...]
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I can tell from StatCounter (don’t act like you’ve never stalked your metrics) that many of you have been coming back to see if I’ve finally gotten around to posting Part III of my series on emotional/mental infertility and how it affects the Adoption, Loss, and Infertility (ALI) community (here are Part I and Part [...]
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by JW Moxie on March 22, 2012 · 9 comments
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Frank and I are in the middle of doing a major makeover of our bedroom. It’s the one room in this house that we’ve never done much with. A few years ago we painted it, but we never got much further than that. Our room became the repository for Crap Which Guests Are Not to [...]
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Today, I am 34. Now is a good time to send gifts of cash, fattening foodstuffs, stupid t-shirts, or anything from Think Geek or KnockKnock Stuff. Okay, fine. I’ll settle for proclamations of how gangsta I am. Word. I’ll be back next week to tell you all about: various room makeovers around the house. aging. [...]
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