LOL- The thing is lately I can't figure out if I'm Emma or Anne. Probably I'm more Emma but I wish I were more Anne when all my plans go awry. So I took my dog for a walk and I was thinking that maybe if I could just let myself experience sadness more then I wouldn't be such a crybaby. My dog has a limp and a terrible home-grooming haircut so we probably looked pretty pathetic. A mentally impaired man on a bicycle and one of my neighbors tried to cheer me up but I was determined to let myself be one with my sadness. But then my daughter and her friend came home from school and distracted me and I couldn't keep it up anymore.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
