|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|I am finally free of the "ghosts of Newton Street". See, I lived on Newton Street for nigh on to 20 years. It was the last street (hell, the only street) I lived on during my marriage. My daughter was born into a townhouse on Newton Street. We have memories there.
Tonight, my daughter and I walked the length of Newton Street. Past all those houses, and all those memories. I hadn't gone back since we moved to this neighborhood again - I guess I anticipated searing emotional pain, so I stayed away. Guess what? No pain. Just lots of memories of good times - trick-or-treating with my little one, houses all lit up for Christmas, watering our front lawn while chit-chatting with the next door neighbor, heading over to Tucker's Market for gourmet iced tea and Chinese Chicken Salad - and walking my weeks-old infant to the park on a scorching hot summer's day, when all of a sudden, seemingly from out of nowhere - it began to rain gigantic raindrops...
Time does heal. Newton Street is not who I am now. It is but a part of who I am. No more pain. No more ghosts.
SLAY ON BUFFY!!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
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|Marriage is love.|