“to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever”
Author: Serene Sargent
Batmish, it’s time. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. DAMN IT.
I’ve summoned my skeletons, and they’ve appeared. …But the rest is up to me. I have to enter the fray. Fuuuuck. I was Dad’s signature. Always. In the end I was technically his signature. The signer on all his accounts. Because I took care of him. When he wanted to shuffle cash from one card…
How to get unparalyzed: Find a PACMAN. Lay on the ground. Dance.
The fact that so much occurs close to the ground was vital, since having a paralyzed arm – even as nerve endings began their random, pulsating journey back to life – meant I was always off balance.
Barr deep dive brought from landing page to actual post
Been hearing about all those old AG Barr scandals? Sneak into the archives here. Attorney General William Barr is acting exactly as he should have been expected to act. Reading the archives one could be forgiven for wondering if they’ve accidentally wandered into the mouth of that Black Hole The titles are hyperlinks to the…
DOJ letter to House Judiciary Committee Chairman Nadler asserting executive privilege re Mueller Report
DOJ letter in response to House Judiciary Cmte asserting executive privilege on the Mueller Report: May 7, 2019 (pdf)
Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s Letter to AG Barr of March 27, 2019 (pdf and text)
Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s letter to Attorney General William Barr of March 27, 2019 concerning Mueller’s report
All war presupposes human weakness and seeks to exploit it. (Dad, it’s time. I need you back…)
With Mom, you had to pay proper attention. Almost superhuman attention. But she understood that Wisdom doesn’t go on sale. There’s no bargain basement priced Wisdom. If you want Wisdom, you must pay Wisdom’s price. And you pay by paying attention.
The umbilical cord story as screwed up to fictionalize
Silver Sunflowers and Buried Umbilical Cords; Ch. 1 “Your umbilical cord is buried in Albuquerque, New Mexico.” My dead mother’s words echoed strangely through my bones and into my stomach, where they rattled around, reaching their sonar into my womb and whispering their strange chorus to the little girl growing there. Mom’s ghostly echo was…
Chaos is a Ladder… (and takes up a helluva lot of space.) Entertainment for Armageddon, Littlefinger style
“I did warn you not to trust me”
