Me, to Third Daughter: I love you.
Third Daughter: You do.
Just like her mother, that one.
Exchange
January 4, 2012 by at 8:52 am
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
JOB
Conflicted in early life between his desire to be a weatherman for local community access cable stations and a man who wears pants in July, JOB took the middle road and now writes poems between every waking moment. [Read More …]
Southern Expat
All you need to know is that I'm a lady, understand?
Behave yourselves accordingly. [Read More …]
Watch your language and I’ll watch mine.
Sorry, it’s not you I’m irritated with.
She owns you. I like to see that in a girl.
Good parenting.