tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post112301099363099312..comments2023-09-23T01:26:47.393-07:00Comments on Kid Sis in Hollywood: TransitionsKidsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531006647626539668noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1123076555108435942005-08-03T06:42:00.000-07:002005-08-03T06:42:00.000-07:00NP,I'm so sorry to hear it's come to this. I can't...NP,<BR/><BR/>I'm so sorry to hear it's come to this. I can't even imagine what you, your mom, Brenda, and Brian are going through... not to mention Hero... and Stat... geez.<BR/><BR/>What an incredible decision to make. My thoughts are with you.<BR/><BR/>XOXO<BR/>NN<BR/><BR/>I do not know which to prefer, <BR/>The beauty of inflections <BR/>Or the beauty of innuendoes, <BR/>The blackbird whistling <BR/>Or just after.<BR/> --from Wallace Stevens, "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1123049783609252172005-08-02T23:16:00.000-07:002005-08-02T23:16:00.000-07:00Cookie, thank you. I cheated a little tonight by s...Cookie, thank you. I cheated a little tonight by sneaking Hero into Big Unnamed Hospital. After visiting hours, too. I walked past the security guards like I knew what I was doing, and kept my purse in front of Hero's Sherpa carrier. I was a little nervous. But it perked Mom right up after one of the worst days she's had in a long time.<BR/><BR/>So I'm not so neutral to what she chooses. So sue me.<BR/><BR/>Mo, *sniff*, thank you! When I grow up I want to teach like you!<BR/><BR/>Meg, thank you. I'm so glad to get these warm responses to this post. I still felt like I was dancing when I wrote it.<BR/><BR/>That is my new favorite song. I can't get her emotion out of my head. Especially the part where the piano cuts out and it's just her,like a lovelorn coyote in the night.Kidsishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14531006647626539668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1123045697902249762005-08-02T22:08:00.000-07:002005-08-02T22:08:00.000-07:00I LOVE that song. I also love this post - it's poi...I LOVE that song. I also love this post - it's poignant and beautiful. So is being able to let go.<BR/><BR/>And yes, get the pole! :)ecogrrlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14270002871212104557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1123040061803107562005-08-02T20:34:00.000-07:002005-08-02T20:34:00.000-07:00This was a beautiful post. When I grow up I wanna ...This was a beautiful post. When I grow up I wanna be just like you: Pianist, daughter, dancer, and all! <BR/><BR/>You earned the pole, girl! Go for it.Modiglianihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13542754383806481453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1123019882371733092005-08-02T14:58:00.000-07:002005-08-02T14:58:00.000-07:00Fair enough. Ain't nuthin' right with "The Right S...Fair enough. Ain't nuthin' right with "The Right Stuff."<BR/><BR/>My prayers as always.<BR/><BR/>MIMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1123014585717994952005-08-02T13:29:00.000-07:002005-08-02T13:29:00.000-07:00MIM, Okay, well this was "The Right Stuff" playing...MIM, Okay, well this was "The Right Stuff" playing. Can I knock that, please?<BR/><BR/>Lynne, of course she might rally. She's full of surprises. But her bad days are outnumbering her good ones, and none of the doctors have figured out why she's standing on a muddy cliff.Kidsishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14531006647626539668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1123013588398515272005-08-02T13:13:00.000-07:002005-08-02T13:13:00.000-07:00PS -- Don't knock ALL New Kids. Senior year high ...PS -- Don't knock ALL New Kids. Senior year high school, and one of my good friends is up for homecoming queen. I tell her during our last class together before the game to "save a dance for me" -- in gest, really, more to wish her luck.<BR/><BR/>I swing a last-minute ride with a buddy to go to the game and the dance. My friend wins; I figure I'll congratulate her at the dance if her courtly duties permit.<BR/><BR/>Halfway thru the dance, she taps me on the shoulder, and before I can congratulate her and give her a great big, silly hug, she gets the first word in: "May I have this dance?"<BR/><BR/>At that point, I am overwhelmed by her sweetness and friendship. Probably the ONE attractive girl I didn't have a crush on in high school -- but I loved her all the same, for the one-of-a-kind friend she was.<BR/><BR/>And, of all things, "I'll Be Loving You Forever" is playing in the background. Oh well... :)<BR/><BR/>MIMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1123013308023993282005-08-02T13:08:00.000-07:002005-08-02T13:08:00.000-07:00My prayers as always, kiddo. I'd give you some ki...My prayers as always, kiddo. I'd give you some kind of wisdom on this, but I have none. However, I will give what I always give -- praying/ leaning/ venting capabilities.<BR/><BR/>Hang in there. Best to you and Barbara and the rest of the family.<BR/><BR/>MIMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com