Sue & I at our High School Reunion last yr.
~~Fragments of my life transpire on the corner of Boundary and Piedmont Avenue.
I drive to Sue’s house on Friday and Saturday nights & we get ready to go to the clubs: Cove. Brass Phoenix. Mr. Jays. Reef. Brass Rail. (yeah, we made the rounds with our dreadful, fake ids.)
When I created my blog, My Inner Chick, I wanted something significant on my site that reminded me of my sister, Kay. Something that made me laugh and cry at the same time. Something meaningful. Something that was truly “HER.”
The world was better when you were here.—KSR.
~~~On your birthday, April 11, my dear sister, I will not mention the murder, the mourning, the loneliness, or how much I miss you. I will only focus on a few of my favorite memories of our special times together.
Confessions of a Nutcase
(stuff I’d only tell my sister)
Life by Nadine Lynn
~I don’t know how it all began, but I dip my cheese puffs inside diet coke as if it were sour cream.
After The Election / Photo by Ronda L.
—–Confession: The election results made me physically and emotionally ill.
I finally had to go to bed, but at 6:00 AM, I ran to the television and saw this:
Mr. Liverpool’s First Love. Damn Him.
“You don’t know JACK POOP about me, do you?”
Mr. L. looks at me dumbfounded. He’s had this identical look on his face numerous times in our marriage. That look of D U H.