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So many people have shared warm and kind sentiments at the loss of my brother. Some friends I used to work with sent this gigantic and fabulous bouquet of Peruvian lilies, which I adore. I am touched by all this kindness that is pouring out for me and my family. Thank you all so very much.

His favorite things are cardboard and paper. Notice in the box he’s holding his favorite postcard. When the mail comes, it’s mostly junk mail. Look! I say to him. Some mail came for you! He rips it to shreds with glee, and tries to eat it as well. I am vigilant and remove it before he ingests any. How he loves doing what I’m doing! If I’m reading my mail, he wants to read his mail. His postcard came from a real estate duo who paid a little extra for that marketing edge, for it is no ordinary postcard. No, indeed. This clever postcard is laminated. We treasure this item in our household and are quite careful not to throw it out. He has gotten many miles of safe reading and chewing pleasure from it. In retrospect, I still have mild regrets at the hundreds of dollars wasted spent preparing for the arrival of my first child. When all that was needed was cardboard and junk mail.

Exploration of Identity – Rock Star

The Rock Star is a typical expression of insecurity and low self esteem. A cry for attention. The Rock Star would parade before the masses, entertaining them, but only in exchange for feeding on their adoration. Look at me! Validate me! I wonder how many rock stars had parents who didn’t like them.

This picture was taken twenty years ago. 80s era glam rock. It was all in good fun.