Monthly Archives: July 2013

For One More Day – Mitch Albom


This is a story about a family and, as there is a ghost involved, you might call it a ghost story. But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

But ask yourself this: Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever?

When you are rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even those you love.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you’re so wrecked it’s hard to believe you ever were a child?

My mother was French Protestant, and my father was Italian Catholic, and their union was an excess of God, guilt, and sauce.

They were a blend of backgrounds and cultures, but if my family was democracy, my father’s vote counted twice.

Of course, when you are that young, you nest in your parent’s plans, not your own.

I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

So now I was eating a past-tense breakfast at a past-tense table with a past-tense mother.

Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.

I am not sure which bothered me more, being the son of this new word, or no longer being the son of the old ones.

“Trees spend all day looking up at God.”

A big chunk of our history had been buried with my mother. You should never let your past disappear that way.

And in that mixing of words and athletics, I realised how your mother and father pass through you to your children, like it or not.

I lost both parents on the same day, one to shame, one to shadow.

The room shrunk to a heat behind my eyes.

Sharing tales of those we’ve lost is how we keep from really losing them.


Realms of the Earth Angels – Doreen Virtue

Fatigue is the main symptom of absorbing these lower energies. This type of fatigue doesn’t respond to caffeine, naps, or exercise. The sensation of profound tiredness is chronic, because it’s coming from sources foreign to your physical body.
There will never be a day more perfect than today to work on it! Even though you may feel unqualified or unprepared, do it anyway!

Rules for Virgins – Amy Tan


I will accompany you on the zither until your warbled notes don’t sound like two cats screeching over the same dead mouse.

Mosquito press


You are too young to know yet what nostalgia truly means. It takes time to become sentimental. But for the sake of your success, you must quickly learn. When you touch a man’s nostalgia, he is yours.


They make men think all flowers are pickpockets of the heart. You won’t find any courtesans like that in this house, so don’t you become one.


Here, we don’t go back and forth on the price. It is three dollars for a party, and it does not include riding on the stem. No argument.


Some of my clients reached the heights through eyes alone. You think that’s victory? Ha. Once the stem shrinks to normal, the man is no longer urgent. He’s content to go home.


We all thought he should have had his stem cut off and fed to the dogs, and the madam of the house thought so, too. She hired gangsters to track him down, and let’s just say that they fed that dog much more than his stem.


There is a type who thinks he can order up any kind of sex, like dishes on a menu.


Whatever any man requests, you should never degrade him for his desires, nor should you accept being degraded. If he’s drunk and pisses on you, ring the chimes and I will come and remove him from your room. Don’t accept extra money to let him do these things. You know what happens to a woman who lets herself be degraded? She winds up with a pimp and lies on the floor of a chophouse, where rickshaw pullers and laborers fuck her, one after another, a hundred a day. She never has a chance to close her legs or her mouth until she’s pounded into raw meat and dies. I’ve always wondered why those women don’t kill themselves. Maybe they think it’s their fate and if they endure it they will have a better life in the next. I would rather kill myself and return as a fly.


Just remember there is a difference between giving a man a glimpse and letting him examine the goods in detail.


A virgin must be pure white. And right now you are as hairy as a man. Curly hair on the pudendum is unattractive, like seaweed, not at all silky.


You might be with a man who seems quite virile at the party but is ashamed later that his warrior was more of a foot soldier.

Paramedic to the Prince – Patrick (Tom) Notestine


It was just about the right temperature for turning grapes into sultanas, until finally the aircon kicked in.

They kill 90 sheep a day to feed everybody at a desert camp; it has to be done halal, so there are butchers on site.


In both cases, these people think that their mess will be cleared by invisible hands. All their lives, their dirt has been swept up by an immigrant worker.


It is a repressive, unhappy way of looking at life, which can easily make the bravest woman feel ashamed of her own existence.