#momsaid I thought you were the ghost of #johnnycash
Mary Joyce is one of my 25 first cousins on my mom’s side. A blue-eyed rebel, all Naughton, stubborn and hilarious, in 1974 she married her high school sweetie, the red haired fox, Dave Hyland. Photographed here with our gramma (who happens to be wearing one of Mary Joyce’s prom dresses) she is now, as she ever was, at peace and present in the arms of her Lord. Rest her soul. (at Canarville USA)
He promised to deliver the blow with a fist transfixed with feathers.
Sutter Street was suddenly boring and seemed to pout when she was gone.
We’ve got a good story. Heist Life.
You brushed my hair
A stroke of luck
You stroked my back
A brush with death
Now here I am a tangled mess
It’s human nature: our desire to show our true nature.
I like to mix business with pleasure. When your friends are homeopathic supermodels and fashioned hysteria, there’s really no other option than to have some fun. You have your marching orders, now scat.
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.