Sweetpea was asleep in my doll carriage when my mother announced, in mythic tones, that she had A Few Things to tell me. Something about the afterbirth, he said. It had not been, he thought, an identical twin. What was the point? How was I supposed to react to such information? .

A couple of weeks ago, after endless weeks of setbacks and difficulties and trials, my Pop told me this story. He said there was this farmer who hired two little boys to do some work. Their first job was to move a huge 8 foot tall mountain of manure. The first little boy dejectedly picked up a shovel and was crying as he shoveled. Classic Howard, I know. Dad had lost his l.

Irish, idiosyncratic and in your face. Collected works from Fat Camp. Hire Hansel As Your Handyman. Plan for Life Post-Fat Camp. The Cast of Characters Itchy Ankle. The Incomplete Doris Brazil Correspondence. Tales of a Belfast girlhood. You can take the Crone out of Ireland.

Thursday, April 05, 2018. Clear blue sky in the Botanic Gardens. Miniature daffodils in Botanic Gardens, The McClay Library in background. Glorious magnolia beside Peter Froggatt Centre. There were a lot of visitors in the Palm House today. I overheard a North American man ask one of the staff what the orange-berried plants were. Monday, April 02, 2018. Because his father did it. Why did his father do that? Searching f.

I might not be laughing. I still think about my horrible Christmas in the Hospital when I feared I might die of the infection I got at the end of my six rounds of chemotherapy and weeks of radiation. I am happy that it was not necessary that I also go through the internal radiation the radiologist originally recommended. I think that would have tested even a positive attitude. I am writing to thank you, too! So many people se.