My Emmy was tarnished and broken. Now that she’s varnished, she’s smokin’! Isn’t she gorgeous? My old statuette broke. Plus she was chipped and tarnished. My husband suggested I get her fixed for the sake of having a nice picture taken with her for my book release. Unfortunately, all the trophy repair people I contacted… Continue reading A Couplet for my Emmy by da-AL
We’re never too young to be brave …
Just a boy and his two best girl friends marching at Pride.
“That was one of the best days of my life. Thank you so much for taking me,” C.J. said as Matt tucked him into bed for the night.
Most kids say that to their parents after a day at an amusement park. Not our kid. He said it after we took him to his first Pride.
On Wednesday, we told C.J. that we were taking him to the local Pride on Saturday. His level of excitement was unprecedented. He’d seen pictures of Pride and, with all the visual rainbow-ness, he’d been asking to go for the last year.
I told him that we needed to make signs. We did need signs, but mostly it was a project to keep him busy for a few summer hours.
C.J’s sign
Matt’s sign
My sign
The night before Pride, C.J. laid…
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