Sunday, May 1, 2011. Some people have scars that cannot be hidden, ones that mark their bodies in a way that they cannot cover up. Others stare at the mismatched flesh on their faces, their heads, their arms, or their hands, and wonder what tragedy caused them to carry that reminder around forever. For the rest of us, life deals us whatever set of circumstances that leaves us wounded inside, where no one can see. Every one of us is left scarred in our own way, each to our own extent. I feel like time isn.

A blog about life, family, and my journey as a surrogate mother. I know I have been absent from this blog for a long time. Home, but not alone.

It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. Friday, September 28, 2012. Remember that everything old is new again at my self hosted blog of the same name. Tuesday, August 21, 2012. I fought the lock and the lock won.

Stupid Things That Have the Funny. I turned up a few good think-pieces. Who have noticed the lightening.