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In looking at how long it's been since I have dumped my brain, one would think that the words would endlessly flow. That I would have to stop them before I (and they) became unbearably annoying...
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I like to think that my husband and I are raising our children to be healthy, conscientious eaters, “encouraging” (read sometimes forcing) them to make food choices that will soon become...
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I found my mother's satiny red, half-slip in the back of one of my drawers this morning while hunting for something that just might fit on, over, and around my arse and thighs. (I was unsuccessful.)...
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For those of you as in need of a heart smile as I was this morning, please trust me and immediately (sooner, if possible) Google Susan Boyle. (I would link it, but I am presently at work, ...
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There was a time (not very long ago, I might add) that I believed myself to be one of the few human beings on the face of the planet without prejudice of any sort. As a young girl, I remember being...
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I wrote this post almost a year ago, long before my skirt! friends became my skirt! friends. As I am working on a brand new post for Thursday, I wanted to feature this one more time, as recent events...
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It is with strains of “Welcome Back, Kotter” zipping through my brain that I now re-enter the creative expression/writing, nothing to do with high school arena. (I’m still attempting to figure...
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Dora informed me yesterday that she spends a great deal of time wishing she had blue eyes and blonde hair. I was instantly awash with emotion, not knowing which feeling to tackle first. I have...
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You don’t have to be around my daughter very long to realize that she is more than a little like her mother. Most of the time that is something of a marvel. I feel like a fortune teller who, unlike...
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This is going to be a very brief blog entry, but I felt the need to share with all of my wonderful friends who have been so incredibly supportive throughout this entire school drama. Today will be a...
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I almost didn’t watch. I almost didn’t call my kids away from their “stuff” and draw them to my side, explaining what a monumental occasion this was, why the tears running down my cheeks and...
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Was unaware that just watching the happenings in D.C. would make me want to cry happy tears!
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So, my dad has read my blog. (Hi, Daddy!) Panic. Big Gulp. Hurl. Vomit. Puke. Pass out. Shoot me. DIE. Those were the thoughts/actions/desires that I had when I found out that my wonderful...
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There are times when it is difficult for me, the me from my childhood, my young adulthood, to reconcile who I am now, who you have been forever, with what was fed to me by those who knew no better...
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After months, possibly even a whole year, of being able to sleep alone (minus spawn of varying shapes and sizes), it seems that my mommy magnet is once again pulling them to my side in the middle of...
