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Stuff about us.: Children's Day. Because without them, we wouldn't be a Mothers.
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Just when the caterpiller thought her life was over, she became a butterfly. Saturday, May 9, 2015. Children's Day. Because without them, we wouldn't be a Mothers. Although this was written by my mama when I was just a tiny girl, it still rings true today for mothers from all generations. A Tribute to Motherhood. They’ll never know me while I’m young,. The children, I mean. Oh, they’ll have vague memories of outings and birthday parties and reprimands. Bending near their fevered brows or. To be a mother.
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Stuff about us.: 2015-04-19
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Just when the caterpiller thought her life was over, she became a butterfly. Wednesday, April 22, 2015. My uterus and I have been surgically separated forever. I know that not all readers will be interested in the medical details of my predicament so, for those of you who don’t, STOP READING! But, for the purposes of medical posterity, I’ll share all of the gory minutia. On April 15, I went in for my pre-op appointment to learn exactly what would happen the next day and ask any last-minute questions....
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Stuff about us.: 2014-01-05
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Just when the caterpiller thought her life was over, she became a butterfly. Friday, January 10, 2014. Once upon a time . . . The dog fell in the pond. We usually leave our back door open a little for the dogs, especially if it's one of these days:. It's never been a problem. We've even accidentally left the side gate open and they just hang around out back, do their business, and then come back in when they're ready. But, by about midnight, he was alert, jumping onto and off the couch, and walking norma...
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Stuff about us.: 2014-09-21
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Just when the caterpiller thought her life was over, she became a butterfly. Monday, September 22, 2014. Angel Numbers and Dragonflies. It all started with 444. For some reason, I kept seeing it. Everywhere. On clocks. Prices. Mileage. Exit numbers. For years. I decided to research what it meant. Psychics say that angels, spirits of those we loved and who loved us, attempt to guide us through our thoughts, feelings, words, visions, and with physical signs tangible things we see or hear over and over.
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Stuff about us.: 2015-01-25
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Just when the caterpiller thought her life was over, she became a butterfly. Tuesday, January 27, 2015. And also this one. We lost Melissa. She was beautiful, obviously. I learned a lot about her at her funeral, much more than I knew while she was alive. She was so greatly loved, one of many children, loved teasing her dad about his 'handy man' skills, needed reassurance, reshaped her son's head, spent more days sick than not, never stopped smiling, and rocked her husband's world. Links to this post.
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Stuff about us.: 2014-11-23
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Just when the caterpiller thought her life was over, she became a butterfly. Thursday, November 27, 2014. Most days during high school, the days when I had to work, I would take the city bus from school along Woodruff Avenue, and get off at Harvey Way, and hit the Wienerschnitzel. Grama and me, we had a thing. We both loved chili dogs - the super cheap, greasy, messy kind you get for about 89₵. She knew we were there. Links to this post. You are my dragonfly". If someone were to ask me what reminds me of...
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Stuff about us.: 2015-05-03
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Just when the caterpiller thought her life was over, she became a butterfly. Saturday, May 9, 2015. Children's Day. Because without them, we wouldn't be a Mothers. Although this was written by my mama when I was just a tiny girl, it still rings true today for mothers from all generations. A Tribute to Motherhood. They’ll never know me while I’m young,. The children, I mean. Oh, they’ll have vague memories of outings and birthday parties and reprimands. Bending near their fevered brows or. To be a mother.
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Stuff about us.: 2014-07-13
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Just when the caterpiller thought her life was over, she became a butterfly. Saturday, July 19, 2014. What is it with forks? And how come they're constantly flinging themselves into my road? I was born in Idyllwild, California and lived there in a little. Mountain cabin for two years. I grew up in Northern California. Although we moved several times from this rental home to that, I stayed in the same general vicinity. And attended the same elementary school. Midway through junior high, when I was 12,.
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Stuff about us.: And also this one
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Just when the caterpiller thought her life was over, she became a butterfly. Tuesday, January 27, 2015. And also this one. We lost Melissa. She was beautiful, obviously. I learned a lot about her at her funeral, much more than I knew while she was alive. She was so greatly loved, one of many children, loved teasing her dad about his 'handy man' skills, needed reassurance, reshaped her son's head, spent more days sick than not, never stopped smiling, and rocked her husband's world. Daybreak Lake, 2009.
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Stuff about us.: It's over.
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Just when the caterpiller thought her life was over, she became a butterfly. Wednesday, April 22, 2015. My uterus and I have been surgically separated forever. I know that not all readers will be interested in the medical details of my predicament so, for those of you who don’t, STOP READING! But, for the purposes of medical posterity, I’ll share all of the gory minutia. On April 15, I went in for my pre-op appointment to learn exactly what would happen the next day and ask any last-minute questions....
