
Now I suppose you finally see my oldest son’s name, which is extremely fitting to the theme of this blog.
the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"

Now I suppose you finally see my oldest son’s name, which is extremely fitting to the theme of this blog.
If you know what “my block” in Big Brother parlance means, good job, you know more than most people do.

This is just so precious I feel as though I have to post it here saying absolutely nothing else. Let this stand.
At some point in the day I realize one invariable, inevitable thing:
The only man I will ever love enough to have married has been gone another year.
Dead.
He was killed at thirty-seven by an impaired driver that went on to recommit.
