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November 02, 2006



Oh, I wish I was able to offer some sort of encouragement beyond clich├ęs. (Oh, and also that I was witty and half as talented with expressing myself as the honorable *tm)

Finances, friendships and commitments can be rewarding and they can suck the life out of you.

Just know a stay-at-home-mom in Ontario, Canada is praying for you, even if you don't go in for that sort of thing.

Much love.


What can I do?
And dont say nothing.
There has GOT to be something.

I cannot believe I am such a fucking bitch as to say this to you at this point - to even think it means i am a monster! - but that was an eminently beautiful piece of writing.

I am sorry about Jon. Gah. Fuck! This is so bad. Jesus.


So very sorry that Jon and you are having to go through all of this pain and fear right now. Sending you thoughts of hope and strength to get you through...

Friend Omega

turns out i AM always the prick.



And what can be said, tm... as everyone who feels the need to respond has mentioned, and discarded... here our inability to know what to say is dwarfed by your not knowing what to do. Not being able to do anything.

Ah, hell. I will see you tonight, will try to do something the way I try to avoid being only an absence. Get you a coffee, perhaps. Listen. Try to tell you a story in a whisper, about how once upon a time, everything worked out for the best, happened for a reason. I will suggest the world is animated by some indifferent but meaningful purpose bigger than us, beyond our comprehension. My voice will crack like an adolescents'. Words may fail, falter. I will start again.

Perhaps your friend from Ontario has it right. Faith, a selfless wish. A murmured prayer, meant. Whatever we in turn can offer.


I wish I could say something that would make you feel better. I enjoy my job, and thanks to on-site childcare I see my younger children several times throughout the day and my school-ager occasionally after school, but before I started this job I was a work-at-home mom, and if it's killing me it's got to really be killing you. I can't even imagine being in a separate building from my babies all day every day, never mind if it was across town or something. And the bills...yes. I know what you mean about those, completely.


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