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March 03, 2007


Tragically Hip Single Mother

Oh, sweetie.




Hey TM,
I'm the person who talked with you at the Starbucks before going to the museum. I can't figure out how to get in touch with you but shoot me an email if you want.

Wacky Mommy

Lucinda Williams -- "Jackson."

Keep hope alive.

Terrible Mother

Goddamnit, W, that song is kicking my ass.



Had to backtrack to here to understand the later post. So sorry. After reading here for years, I don't understand why an amazing woman like you isn't in a divine relationship with just the right guy...and being paid oodles of dough for your writing so you don't have to have a day job. I know I don't comment as often as I 'should,' but I do read...and hold you in the highest regard.

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