February 2011
Funeral pyres an option in Colo. mountain town →
ajc.com
“By all accounts, Belinda Ellis was a free spirit. During the last years of her life, she lived with her husband and her boyfriend, Skip Benson, 59.
“We had a friendship between the three of us that very few people could share,” said Randy Ellis, 51.
Belinda’s relatives described her as a giving and stubborn person who loved motorcycles, the outdoors, and smoking pot. Amid the scent of juniper and burning wood was a smell of marijuana from a bag that someone dropped into the pyre. Someone joked that perhaps they also should have poured in some Pabst Blue Ribbon.”
January 2011
trust
Remember that afternoon we spent just laying in your bed back when your bed was still just a mattress on the floor? When we were both just staring up at the ceiling in a thoroughly not uncomfortable silence?
Remember? You turned to me, propped your head up on your hands and asked, “When I’m asleep, do you ever think about how easy it would be to kill me?”
“Yes.”
“Would you though?”
“No. Never.”
A Tale of Two Cities.
My first read of the year. Read my review here.
