Friday, September 20, 2002

That feels nice. Sometimes the kindness of strangers works wonders in this world. Please don't forget that. When your mother crumpled the paper flower the strange homeless women made for you and spit at her that she was evil it scared you. Don't ever forget the small moment of happiness that woman gave you with that small fragile paper flower. Sometimes all we can ask of ourselves is a moment of recognition from others.
10:52:46 PM    comment []

That may not be exactly the best decision. For a long time I felt as though I were just going to be swallowed up by all of the worry and fuss of raising you up and keeping a roof over our heads. But it is the decision I made. If I ever pull guilt out of my black magician's hat and throw it at you, you know the sacrifices I've made for you, the blah and the blah blah, etc. then please remind me of this. I chose my path among the choices presented to me. I did the best I could and whatever the result it was not you who made these decisions. It was me.

So we went to the reading. I have been contemplating that the time was coming to get out and declaim my words again. We began discussing this in May. I broached the subject with you to see if how you felt about such a thing. I know that they can go on and on. When a poem is bad damn but it is horrible to have to sit and listen to.
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