“A SONG of the good green grass! …
A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk’d maize…
O Earth, that hast no voice, confide to me a voice!…
A verse to seek, to see, to narrate thee.”
-Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Here are some of my favorite, most informative (past) entries. Some of kerrianne.org’s “good green grass,” if you will. And, I will (in no a wee bit of a particular organizational fashion, because grass, after all, doesn’t grow in perfect rows, and anyway I am determined to stretch this grassy metaphor to its outer most fences ultimately I couldn’t handle the grassy chaos):

On my babycarrot sister:
One Little Sister, Complete With Judo-Chop Action
Adventures In Ring Shopping, Part One
Not So Baby Steps

On my family:
He Of Course Left Out The Part Where They Are Chased From The Store By The Angry Lady With The Four Extra Packages Of Tortillas In Her Cart
Hallmark Doesn’t Have Anything On My Grandparents

On cancer:
John Lennon Said It Best
And There I Was, Thinking We Might Actually Cry

On my dad:
River Walking
A Walk I Try To Remember
Back Diving
Silent And Still At The Center

On me:
Proof That I’m Not Taking This Whole Winter Driving Thing Too Seriously
On My Mind
Next Time I’m Letting My Sister Choose Our Lunchtime Festivities

Of Blessings And Birthdays
I Should Probably Be Disturbed That For A Moment I Seriously Considered Referencing An Ashlee Simpson Song To Talk About Picking Up The “Pieces Of Me”
Not The Hacking And Gagging And Spitting Part, Please”

On roommates:
Choosy Roommates Choose JIF
Leave Us A Message. Yah, Leave One.

On miscellaneous story-telling:
In Honor Of Dave Tickets Going On Sale Today, A Concert-Oriented Story From Last Year’s Show
Coming Soon To A Drugstore Near You: Leg Shackles

Fourth of July Recap
Turn Where?
Close Encounters Of The Jehovah’s Witness Kind
Also Purchased: Duct Tape