tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815414794482894114.post2930518221045125741..comments2023-10-10T07:04:37.427-07:00Comments on Breaking the Silence: Confessions of a Smoker's DaughterLGBT Voiceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04588389608055410787noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815414794482894114.post-24121140663580113362012-09-15T01:48:51.578-07:002012-09-15T01:48:51.578-07:00This is a great post. I love your ideas, and your...This is a great post. I love your ideas, and your eye crinkles, and your strange cravings.<br /><br />Sometimes I crave pickles and I don't know why....Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03843841715950263247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815414794482894114.post-87357762247378678192012-09-13T17:47:11.186-07:002012-09-13T17:47:11.186-07:00Beautiful post. Anger's a funny thing, isn...Beautiful post. Anger's a funny thing, isn't it? As are weird cravings. But I love the shared eye crinkles and you're right: "life is worth smiling about." L. Fausethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02937985808193361024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815414794482894114.post-3322232749104817532012-09-13T09:09:55.518-07:002012-09-13T09:09:55.518-07:00I get that to. My whole family smoked. And despite...I get that to. My whole family smoked. And despite what physiology tells me I feel calmer. It's a comfort, but a comfort that stinks, leaves a grime in my mouth, abd burns me when i accidentally drop it while driving... but still a comfort. <br />And sorry about your dad. Dupreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10968879156196070439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815414794482894114.post-22511433882994072892012-09-13T06:07:31.348-07:002012-09-13T06:07:31.348-07:00I had my first cigarette when I was eight years ol...I had my first cigarette when I was eight years old. I found half a pack with my best friend and we decided to smoke them. We went out to the wilderness (an empty subdivision plog behind a golf course in South Jordan)and each lit one up. He coughed and hacked a lot. I down mine with ease. And then I finished his. And then the rest of the pack.<br /><br />From that point, until today, I still love to smoke. I don't do it often and when I do, I usually only go through a pack or two before I quit again - just to start again six months to a year later.<br /><br />Anyway, the whole point is that I understand the random craving that comes with remembering family members who smoke and I also recognize the loss that can be so poignantly there when I think of cigarette smoke and lost love ones who used them.<br /><br />I hope you know that I love you and I really like your crinkles.MJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424898669243629310noreply@blogger.com