If you don't read In Search of Walden, you're missing out on a well-crafted, thoughtful blog of someone who's just like everybody else, working out who she is in this world a little bit at a time, and carrying us along for the ride. Found this little bit in Bloglines today -
Months later, she met the man I consider my father. It was a rough beginning. She was working at McDonald's. He was throwing pickles at his friends. She was pissed because she would have to clean up their mess. She told him so, and he fell in love.
I can see it. That's what good writers do, they paint a picture in a few words that you can see, smell, hear and almost taste vividly. Yup, poker bloggers marry up. This is more proof.