Pamela Ribon

Month: December 2002

  • The Apology.

    Dear Child That I Don’t Have, But Might Have Someday, I feel I owe you an apology. You see, yesterday afternoon I got a clear vision of your future, and… I’m sorry to say, it doesn’t look pretty. Oh, it’s all innocent enough, but I got a glimpse of what it’ll be like for you…

  • Pimpin’.

    Pimpin’.

  • Chris and Allison’s Wedding

    “I just want one of those damn entries out there to just be called ‘Chris and Allison’s Wedding.’ Is that so hard? Can’t it just say that and then talk about how pretty the wedding was?” I would have done that anyway, even if the bride hadn’t specifically requested it, because the wedding was perfect.…

  • Tupper Here.

    It’s more than just the excuse to give my house a good cleaning, or the fact that I like having candles lit all over the house. I really enjoy pulling out the extra chairs and placing them around the living room, grabbing extra hangers for the hall closet, and the scattered sound pretzels make when…

  • The Games We Play

    I’m currently sitting on the floor typing while another version of me is currently playing on the television beside me. I’m making copies of the Anne Heche show for someone, and I’ve spent the morning calling people while watching them perform monologues. It’s a strange meta thing to talk to someone while listening to them…

  • asdfjkl;

    This month is going to be insane, and so a little sporadic around here. I’m out of town a lot, for weddings and holiday and all of that stuff that comes around this time of the year, but I promise to update whenever I can. I got sick, which I always do before I take…