This is where I seem to be coming back a lot to. It's a crossroad that allows me to deposit episodes arbitrarily and conveniently. I make my mark here quite often, although I do tend to make many copies of my tales in various other pages. (For random, one-liner updates, there's Twitter, or my latest micro-blogging obsession: Plurk! I've also discovered Facebook. I also write more extensively about my adventures and insights about motherhood in a separate blog, Mum in the Metro.) Here though, I keep a lot of content limited to my network. If you fancy a peek, log on in. While you're at it, do let me know what you think since I would already have known that you've visited. 
Time theoryMatthew was looking at an old photo of his cousins and said, “Where’s me?”
Let her tell stories, and dance in the ring, somersault, tumble, and runFor every girl-woman-child in you, a prayer for a Blueberry Girl This is how it began , with a poem for a friend's baby.... more
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