I was raised by a Deadhead. I tried to get into the music, and I do have some appreciation for it, but I never went too deep into them as a group.
I, like you, was 13, going into 8th grade, and on vacation with my family when Jerry Garcia died, except my Deadhead father wasn't with us. He was stuck at home working while my mother, brother, aunt, and cousins were visiting my grandmother just outside of Miami. On August 6th, the 7 of us barricaded ourselves in the bathroom as we waited for Hurricane Erin to strike. On August 9th, my father's hero died. On August 13th, my father's other hero, Mickey Mantle, died. When we finally came home, he said we were never to go on vacation without him again. It was a rough week for my dad.
@mollpants We all know what happened to Poor Michelle
Hobby: Collecting green striped things
It never would have occurred to me to want to ear an orange peel, but now I really really do.
Also I will take the Lalique brooch. And I wouldn't turn down the eagle bracelet. And I may need to bonsai brooch as well.
"It is how Voldemort would have texted." So very spot on.
Reading Between the Texts is hands down my favorite thing to ever exist on the Internet. Happy birthday, Katie Heaney, and thank you for your texting wisdom which is hilarious and on point as always!
@S. Elizabeth - Glad the comments got more critical. I was baffled by all the earlier 'I relate SO much.' Barely a bone in my body relates.
ALSO, if you're going to waste a lot of cash, don't waste it on tacky shit from Home Goods, Target, and Von Maur!!! FFS! I thought at first, based on the pictures accompanying the article, that she had a vintage furniture / mid-cent mod habit. THAT I could almost understand! LOL!
By de Pizan on Two Options for Listening to Miley Cyrus's "Wrecking Ball" Without Listening to Miley Cyrus
The country version is perfect. Absolutely perfect.
By ColdFinger on A Poem by Kofi Awoonor, the Ghanaian Poet and Diplomat Killed in This Weekend's Terrorist Attack in Nairobi
I am wordless, but I am so glad you posted something. As the stories of those who were killed come out, I am discovering connections to them through friends, and it feels like the one time social media is making us all more, not less human, in grief and disbelief.