As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
There Once Was A Man From Nantucket
We're big poets in my immediate family...Here is an example from my middle brother, Andrew. I can't recall the exact context that this poem was written in, but I remember it had something to do with Andrew doing something that he knew was going to irritate Mom. This was his way of softening a blow.
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