Where to go when you're not here.
“My son is four, and he is nothing if not preoccupied with body parts and their purposes. Couple that with a hazy grasp of personal boundaries, and I usually don’t get through the day without removing a small hand from my shirt and explaining about privacy. But have I accused him of sexual harassment? Well, once. But that was a revenge thing, okay? I admit it.”
There's a new post over at Wonderland today, my friends.
In more important news:
Because the Internet can be a great place sometimes, there’s this auction underway, and you should check it out. It’s in honor of a special little boy named Tanner. Tanner, who happens to be the wonderful Her Bad Mother’s nephew, is suffering from Duchenne’s Muscular Dystrophy, a genetic disorder that is always terminal. Her Bad Mother tells his story here. If you can manage to sit upright after reading it, go forth to the auction. All proceeds will be donated for Muscular Dystrophy Research. The auction ends on Sunday, so hurry up! What are you still doing here?











December 15, 2006
Reader Comments (15)
sigh. Time flies.
Tanner's story is just breaking my ever-lovin' heart - that sweet faced little boy. Oh, my...
These are the stories that make me wonder and awe that folks are able to walk around everyday having kids, healthy kids, not going crazy from worry about an odd test that comes back positive for one thing or negative for another. I hope, as long as I live, I will not be able to wrap my mind around the heartbreak that certainly grips Tanner's parents and loved ones.
Seriously. I think my heart is somewhere in the kitchen where I dropped it. I'm in the bedroom. That could present a potential problem. (Like alliteration)
One minute, it's just me and the coffee and the contentment. Then the voices in my head ask, "We wonder what Alice is up to?" Next thing I know, I'm on the floor weeping and rending my garments.
That story is a heart ripper upper.