Friday, September 25, 2009

Upon myself

I asked my mother rather randomly if she believed in fate. She must have known I was working up to something, or struggling with the small tidbits of life that I allow to become full blown tornadoes in my head.
"So, do you?" I pressed.
"Absolutely," she nodded her head, her big hair swooshing a little.
She looked me square in the face, half-smiling and said, "But I also believe in fatality."
Read you loud and clear, Ma.

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