by sashastone | May 14, 2007 | POETS
Sweetness for my mother Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear one more friend waking with a tumor, one more maniac with a perfect reason, often a sweetness has come and changed nothing in the world except the way I stumbled through it, for a while lost in the...
by sashastone | Apr 13, 2007 | Organized Religion
I’m going to try to get out to see this today. But it is beautification day at Emma’s school and we will cleaning and painting and all sorts of tiring stuff until the afternoon. Then it’s a choice of this or the Jonestown exhibit. It’s called...
by sashastone | Apr 9, 2007 | Organized Religion
I couldn’t look away. I tried. I had to watch it all the way to the bitter end, when the crying of babies could be heard over Jim Jones’ desperate droning, “come children, come children, sleep children, sleep.” How is it religion serves a good...
by sashastone | Apr 9, 2007 | MOMMIES ARE PEOPLE TOO
So, my 8 year-old, who loves horses, got to spend Spring break at horse camp. She loves nothing more than this camp, which I consider to be a bit over-priced for what it is, but I can imagine what it’s like for her: all horses, all the time. Paddock boots,...
by sashastone | Mar 14, 2007 | Blog 'em and Weep
Breed ’em and Weep has an interesting blog item up today about why people blog. Why do they blog? I have a theory. But first, here is her: In the early years of blogging, some people referred to the phenomenon as escribitionism. I don’t know how accurate...
I spend way too much thinking about me.
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