Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Laid a loving kiss on my dead mother's cool cheek.
Ate a sashimi slice of my firstborn's placenta.
Avoided detention by men with machine guns at the then newly non-communist Uzbekistan airport.
Rode in a monster truck.
After a lifetime of wanting to, wrote a book, and then another one!
Meg, age 45
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