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The New Shape of Normal
Anyone who knows my mother knows she does not sit still. She is a Matriarch-o-holic, bakes up a storm, volunteers for everything, has a wild garden, is a neat freak,…
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The Rose
The Rose Bette Midler Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed.Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul…
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Gathering Wisdom
I feel compassion from those of you who have left comments on my blog, especially during this time with my father's illness. Many of you have experienced a similar journey,…
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Stand by Me
Today marks 75 days that my father has been in the hospital. 75 days he has been in bed, I never saw my father in bed before this moment. 75…
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Awareness is a good tool to have in One’s Pocket.
"We miss more by not seeing, than by not Knowing." Sir William Osler To…
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Eau de Vie
"Dear Corey" the email began. Followed by, "A steady flow of love to you." "Let it pour!" I laughed, and then felt refilled in a blink of an eye! French…
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With Each Heart Beat
My father’s illness is complicated. The doctors and nurses are amazed how he has survived this long. My…
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Missing Croissants and More
A taste of France would surely do me good. But since that is not going to happen anytime soon I will have to settle…
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Pink Tulips
Be gentle April showers, The sweet petals are born. Frail tenderness reaching with hope to sway, to dance and stay- reaching up, reaching up… in praise of a new day.…
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