Daily Archive: February 22, 2004

I’ve always thought I should start a journal. And once upon a time I did, although I didn’t keep it very long. When we moved to Belgium in 1976, my grandparents gave each of us kids a blank book to record our experiences living in Europe. Sarah’s was red, mine was dark brown, and they all had gold stamped curliques and designs on them…very posh. Reading back through my 12-year-old entries is an exercise in eye-rolling. I was such a dork! I made lists of my friends (shades of LJ) and wrote down all the gifts I got for my...

Because of idahoswede‘s post about a lovely image of death, I thought I’d share another version by Rita Mae Brown that I’ve always been partial to: I always thought that Death was just my size, height and weight. An invisible rope is tied around my waist and the other end is tied around Death’s waist. The younger you are, the longer the rope. If Death gives a yank, I can land flat on my face with injury, death or heartbreak. But if I tug on the rope with authority, I’ll live. I always thought that as I grew very old,...