"i'm not a invisible. i'm sort of just hidden. like a chameleon, but without the taste for insects." - elizabeth crane, when the messenger is hot
"why was fabulousness important? the world was a scary, sad place and adornment was one of the only ways she knew to make herself and the people around her forget their troubles." - francesca lia block, necklace of kisses
post blizzard snow shovelling. lisa salted the driveway, i shoveled the walk, and amy dug out the cars. it was good to have some hard physical labor to do, something that we could succeed at. when we came in we took a turn sitting with mom. she was completely unresponsive, but just in case she woke up we always wanted someone to be there. in the afternoon her breathing got difficult, and with aunt janet, allie, john, lisa and i around her she passed away.