A daily picture of my life in a thousand words . . . or so.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Why?
Why does my baby girl climb the stairs, enter her bedroom, close the door and then cry because she is alone upstairs in her bedroom with the door closed?
"I'm ruthless sometimes, and only later when I hunt for a white queen-sized bed-skirt do I conjure up a fuzzy image of a box destined for Goodwill and taste bitter regret."
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