A Twist of Things to Come

The kind you read and the kind your write. Both are good for you. At the moment I'm enmeshed in one of each. More about that later, maybe. ;)

In any case, we're coming back to our first love over at GeekaChicas with Beatrice Blythe's Letter to Brandon Sanderson. It's a very kind but still honest review of a fan who gets a book she expected to love and finds it a bit of a slog.

It makes me proud to call her my friend. :)

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I've been having a rough patch, to be honest. My Mother's Day was wonderful, and my kids are great.

But Mother's Day will always bee a two-edged sword for me, because my mother is dead. Oh, how she used to dote on the boys! They do not get a scrap of that from the other grandparents -- it's just not their thing. You know?

My mother was one of those beautiful, charming people who, when she talked to you made feel like the most important person in the world. She did that to everyone. It was amazing to see how the coldest of people would warm to her.

Anyway, my Wee Boy was looking at LOLcats on teh computer while waiting for the sound of the bus, and out of the blue I realized how much my mom would have dug lolcats. I could almost see her standing beside him, looking over his shoulder and laughing with him. She had a great laugh.

So, now I'm hormonal and I miss my mommy.

How lame is that?