Dear Diary (and Subscribers):
Unfortunately, I simply didn’t have the bandwidth to blog out something “fresh and new” for my Gina Marie’s 22nd birthday, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I’m having a really, really, REALLY hard time these days. As a matter of fact, it’s the first time in all her prior birthdays I’ve NEVER missed a beat that I don’t have a basket to take to her grave. Honestly? I’m not even sure I’m going to her grave today. I’m not a “steel magnolia” at the moment … I’m beyond fragile … especially as I’m writing this with the “January 11th” waves all but consuming me. “This too shall pass”, I know this all too well, but as for now …
The Diary Of My Perfection 