When I was in high school, I worked as a waitress, serving people who ate in their cars-the old curb service.

I was tiny at the time, barely 5" tall and weighed about 90 pounds, scurrying out there in the parking lot, so the cooks nicknamed me Mouse.

When I registered at kickas, I didn't really think I'd be staying around long; I just wanted a few questions answered. Because of that, I didn't bother to give my user name much thought.

Anyway, the name Mouse brings back mostly fond memories of my days as a curbie.


I cannot make the universe obey me. I cannot make other people conform to my own whims and fancies. I cannot make even my own body obey me.

Thomas Merton

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

Emily Dickinson