People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
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is this oona the cutest baby on earth? i THINK SO! oh goodness!
ReplyDeleteShe *is* pretty cute. Right now I am listening to her (hopefully) sing herself to sleep. It's not much of a tune, but it has its charms.
ReplyDeletewhat a total doll face.
ReplyDeletethat's a happy baby - and very delicious
ReplyDeleteoh my gosh, my heart....that is the cutest baby!!!
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Going aaaaawwwww again :) She's just so cute!
ReplyDeleteyou certainly got a pretty one, didn't you?
ReplyDeletei even brought my computer to my husband. "look at this baby!!!", I said.
he giggled.
i don't even show him pictures of the neices. they are kind of gross anyway.
also, i haven't been to your actual URL lately. i like the new layout.