Comments for Megolomaniac

Comment on Seamus by Amanda M.

Amanda M. — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 12:03:00 +0000

Wow, beautiful post.

Comment on Seamus by Weather

Weather — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 19:01:05 +0000

Loved this post Megan!
Thank you <4

Comment on Seamus by Emily

Emily — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 20:59:47 +0000

If you’re going to come back from a long period of silence, this is the way to do it.

A lovely tribute to a lovely boy.

Comment on Seamus by Alayna

Alayna — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 18:27:58 +0000

This is such a sweet and poignant remembrance of Seamus. He sounds like he was such a vibrant little boy. I, too, wish for nothing but good things to happen to his family for the rest of their lives…

Comment on Seamus by Kristin

Kristin — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 00:49:55 +0000

I cried all day after reading this. Sending love to Michelle and Eric, even though I’ve never met them.

Comment on Seamus by Amanda

Amanda — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 15:03:11 +0000

This made me cry. At work. Thank you for sharing.

Comment on Seamus by Michelle

Michelle — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 13:14:42 +0000

I loved reading this. I’m still so tired from that pizza party. Thanks, Megan. <4

Comment on Twenty-Eight by Tamara

Tamara — Wed, 29 Jun 2011 19:35:06 +0000

So… as I procrastinate at work and try to catch up on my friends blogs, I stumbled upon this one. For whatever reason, 28 is the age I still think of as my age. It’s such a nice, even number. It also has my favorite number 8 in it. And just happens to be the year I left a guy (who I’d let break my heart over and over again) at a Greyhound bus station during our roadtrip. Then, I decided to move to Portland, so you see it was a great year of growth and transition. Hummm, much like yours as you get ready to move to Seattle, in with Galen and start grad school. And that, is why I call it Twenty-Great!

Comment on Twenty-Eight by Sally

Sally — Tue, 31 May 2011 18:04:53 +0000

I turned 28 in the company of a classroom full of 6 & 7 year olds living in the roughest part of Spokane (Hillyard). I loved each one of them. As a celebration of the end of the school year, I organized the Junior Summer Olympics for all eight grades in the school: I designed Olympic medals from clay for each event and for each grade level, and painted them with metallic airplane paints; I ordered ribbons; and designed, borrowed, and set up the event equipment in a nearby park. All 200 of us (ages 6–14) walked the six blocks to the site, competed and then cheered one another at the awards ceremony. Winners stood on podiums, and all participants received a licorice stick for each event entered, invariably resulting in a huge fistful of bendable glory.

I was 8 months pregnant; I waddled; and I was the target for the 7th and 8th grade boys’ snickering. Katie Q was born a month later.

Comment on My Mom, the Sportsfan by Casey Jo

Casey Jo — Wed, 25 May 2011 02:51:12 +0000

Love it!!! Have you seen this site? http://www.whenparentstext.com/
Maybe you have some entries!! My Dad just got a smart phone and is now constantly texting.