My first child was 10 lb 11 oz at birth, so I was ENORMOUSLY pregnant. He was an April baby, and so I spent a long winter inside, being very careful not to slip on the snow and ice.

Finally spring arrived and I insisted that we go out for a walk…and I slipped in the mud and fell flat on my face. Or actually, according to my husband who witnessed the whole thing, I bounced off my belly.

I was rushed off to the doctor’s where everyone ran around panicking about The Baby (who was fine) while this big gash on my hand bled everywhere…

“Governments have never learned anything from history, or acted on principles deducted from it.” — Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

“My friends have heard me declare that I like to swim, but what I really like is not so much moving purposefully through water as being immersed in it, like a tea bag.” — Margaret Talbot

“Spring drew on…and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.” — Charlotte Brontë

I once worked at a company that took its Marshmallow Peeps VERY seriously! But there was on vice-president who was diabetic and therefore hated the sugary little buggers, so he would find evil ways to disposing of them — like nailing them to the rafters.

One day he told everyone that he’d heard Peeps burned with a bright blue flame. Well that was something we all had to see! So we skewered a Peep on a letter opener and all ran gleefully out on to the fire escape, where flame was applied…as this photo shows, they do not burn bright blue.

We were thoroughly disillusioned.