So. Weird.
by Kym on May 15, 2008
I have a few ideas swirling around in my head that I’ve been itching to put into words, but the day was chaotic and the night was filled with…I can hardly believe it but…playing chaperone. To my seventy-nine year old (…)
The Glory of it…
by Kym on May 13, 2008
Spring! It’s more than just a hint now. More than just a vague tickling at the edge of the senses. The tulips are sprouting, a starkly vibrant green against the dark shrivelled brown of last year’s foliage. The thick scent (…)
I Love Him, But…
by Kym on May 11, 2008
…he bought me more plants to kill. I’m at home sick taking care of a sick Emma, and he took his laptop to church with him. And he didn’t change her diaper in the two hours he was up with (…)
The Self-Sustaining Ego
by Kym on May 9, 2008
I feel obligated to report the death of one Kimberly Miller VanderHorst. Her body has been snatched by forces as yet undetermined, and has been possessed for an indeterminate period of time. Not much has been determined except that not (…)
