The pics are amazing. Alabama seems like the place to be for peace and quiet. Nice place to raise a family with YOUR values and not the media’s. :) Ps. You and Mama Ridguard are turning into twins. Smile and all.
Damn It's Cam
ryan and aaron are twins I babysit occasionally. they live across the street with their older brother Cameron and their mom and dad Claudia and Mike. I have another much more adorablephoto of them, that I have lost on my harddrive. The Jones Children, Cameron 14, Kendall 11, Olivia 7 Kevin and Schonay Jones, Morehouse and Spelman couple. QPsiPhi.
Leila and me selecting teddys Joenathan, late. James Patrick Grayson Logan III is our first cousin, and son of Theodora, my moms only sister, and a few years her senior. Auntie Dora, Aunt Tee is my favorite aunt, taught me to sew, came to PUNCH, lala, Kirsten is Leila’s mom, a nurse, and I think her and JP r gonna get married? They’ve been together seven years noww
The House Next Door
RIP Mr. Preston. His crib is an old and stinky ranch style, but quite spacious. This is where my mother and brother and I slept, because Aunt Dean’s sister Levinia was supposed to stay in her guest room. It gave my brother the willies to stay in a dead man’s house. Nelson and Willodean keep it clean, dust and stuff, use the big screen TV. Mr. Preston’s nephew and his wife...
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This is Uncle Nelson and Aunt Dean’s House. He owns Malden Bros. Barber Shop and cut Reverend MLK Jr. hair whenever he was home in Montgomery. Nelson is my mom’s father’s brother. He is one of seven sons, Isadore, Spudgeon, Ervin, Stephen, Alvin, and Cleveland, my mother’s father. She was supposed to be a boy. pansies! The garage houses an ‘65 baby blue...
Yoga Daily: On Joy and Sorrow Kahlil Gibran Your... →
nataranibloga: On Joy and Sorrow Kahlil Gibran Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your…
I’m playing with the thought of leaving. Like literally taking my bags and getting the fuck. I don’t know where I’ll go. But everyday I feel myself getting closer and closer. Soon enough, I’ll drop everything and fly away.
Sagittarius; November 27th 2011
scribbled-paper: You love to have very serious discussions about important issues well into the night. You rebuild the world the way you’d like to see it with your friends. But now you start yawning around ten and are in bed within the hour. This is true today, too. Are you tired or do you need to be alone to think about things?
I wish reality checks came with actual fucking money. Then maybe they wouldn’t be so hard to face.
…one of the great social pleasures in my life has been to leave gatherings or...– What I Didn’t Write About When I Wrote About Quitting Facebook (via nevver)
Either The Wallpaper Goes or I Do....: How I... →
therealkatiewest: I find them on subways reading books I have on my list of Books To Read. I find them at bars dancing more enthusiastically than anyone else; even if they can’t really dance. I find them in line at the grocery store on a Friday night buying cookie dough, milk and that’s it….