Category: <span>Fayetteville</span>

Another last minute

“There is always time for another last minute” ― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather It wasn’t the best news, but we aren’t giving up. And it never gets easier. Mr. Teatime was named for a character in the Pratchett book Hogfather. Mr. Teatime, when he was a kitten was a tiny little …

BLESTe BE Ye MAN Yt SPARES THES STONES

I love graveyards. Cemeteries. Boneyards. Cities of the Dead. They are quiet. There is a story for every stone or monument. You can visit for a conversation or just to be. I don’t think I want my body to be buried–though that has always interested me. If I could have, …

Not this or that, somewhere in between

Every time I think I’m going to give up with this long long long standing blog, I come back. This is a long one, hold on. Will it click this time, again? I don’t know. The last year and a half has been, well, large.  Purging a lot. A LOT. …

So the Darkness Shall Be the Light

The Winter Solstice is one of my most thoughtful times. I suppose because I spent so much time with darkness. That sounds terribly dramatic–and it was until I found a way to live with it.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

It has been a long winter.  A very long winter. There have been actual feet of snow. There have been too many inches of ice. Many missed days of school and work.  I think it is 11 or 12 now.  What you see in these pictures isn’t actually snow, it’s …

A is for Ailurophile : The Story of Buzzy the Persian Buffalo

Hello I’m Jyllian and I’m a cataholic–or more properly an Ailurophile. I’ve loved cats for as long as I can remember. I like dogs too, they are nice but cats have always been my favorite animal. They are independent and very much themselves–which makes it meaningful (at least to me) …

I must take issue with the term ‘a mere child,’ for it has been my invariable experience that the company of a mere child is infinitely preferable to that of a mere adult. Fran Leibowitz

Day 2: Thursday, March 15, 2012 Prompt A: When did you realise you were a grown up? What did this mean for you? Shock to the system? Mourning of halcyon younger days? Or the embracing of the knowledge that you can do all the cool stuff adults do: drink wine, go …

Courage is fire, and bullying is smoke. Benjamin Disraeli

  This was a long day. Poor kidlet is/better be was– being bullied at school–it freaks me out that this could be the same song just years and years later. I think the schools are more aware of bullying than they were in my time. Also she has me and …

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