Welcome
Cute!
The puppies at 3 weeks old. They wobble on all four and currently are teething but not weaned. Poor mama.
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I am a Double D
What are you when you’re approaching 40, not a drinker (or smoker), and hanging out with 20 somethings?
You are a Designated Driver.
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A True Friend
John et moi : Angela, the photographer :: 1.27.2008
This man and I have been acquainted for the past 9 years and the irony of our friendship is that we have not met person to person (until now). Through out the years, I’ve performed many disappearance acts on him. Yet when each Christmas rolled around, an envelop sealed and addressed to me never failed to present itself inside my mail box.
About a month ago, I finally had the fortunate opportunity to meet John and his newly wedded bride Angela when they took a mini vacation here. They asked if we could meet. There were no questions pondered whether I should or shouldn’t. I owe so much to this man, who stuck by me when I was trying to find myself, to at least meet him.
I wish you, John and Angela, prosperity and happiness as you spend the rest of your life together.
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May Day 1975
I vividly recall from childhood memory a time piggyback riding on my father’s shoulders with a raggedy doll tucked under my arm one dusky evening. Strapped on to him was also a bag of rice and what little family belonging we had. As my parents and paternal grandmother descended down a dirt path on foot, incognizant to the life changing events unfolding before me, I rotated back to catch a familiar but hazy glimpse of our small remote village with thatched-roof houses that lined the incline of a mountain. I saw our home engulfed by the night as distance slowly separated us.
Traveling by night and hiding by day, we quietly unwound along mountains and weaved through bamboo forests stopping only to feed on bamboo shoots and cores from banana stalks. On occasional, we would meet up with other families resting under an overgrown banana grove. There I witnessed small bellowing children opiated by their own mother for their god given sake. Days turned into weeks and with much bribery costing my family everything we had, we finally made our way to the banks of a great yellow river.
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