WHO ARE YOU?

WHO ARE YOU?

A few years ago life was clipping along for us and we seemed to be dodging bullets that were hitting many others. I’ve always kinda figured I paid my dues during a pretty nasty “childhood” and should cruise the rest of the ride. The early part of my adulthood was good; I had a happy marriage and four little girls I was crazy about and I loved being their mom. But eventually the bullets began to hit… again and again…

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AUGUST 10, 2013 WAITING, WONDERING, WORRYING

AUGUST 10, 2013 WAITING, WONDERING, WORRYING

  Its 8 a.m.  My mom’s in the hospital. I’m watching her sleep. Usually she can sense when I’m in the room and her eyes pop open, but not this morning. I’m here to talk with her surgeon. We had a meeting scheduled for yesterday but he was two hours late and I eventually had to leave.   I forgave him later when he called me at home to apologize with a soft southern drawl.   Soft southern drawls melt…

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BOBBY AND ME (and the spider makes three)

BOBBY AND ME (and the spider makes three)

  He’s sixteen now, he does on-line schooling, has a car and a job. But he wasn’t always sixteen. Once he was an adorable, sweet little boy. Not that he isn’t adorable and sweet now but well, he’s sixteen! Bobby is our final grandchild. He was born at a time when both of his parent’s worked so he was a family affair. My daughter Melissa and I weren’t working so between us, we cared for Bobby while his parent’s worked….

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AND JUST LIKE THAT

AND JUST LIKE THAT

  A girlfriend of mine told me about a hundred years ago that everything has a price. Sometimes when you want something  you have to ask yourself if you’re willing to pay the price. Sometimes you know the price and you get to decide and if it’s too high, you let it go. Sometimes you don’t know the price, then it becomes a gamble. Then you have to decide the pros and cons of that gamble. I’ve never forgotten her…

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PERFECT

PERFECT

  As far as I know, there are no perfect lives, no perfect families. I guess there are people who like to THINK they’re perfect and therein lies their imperfection. And there are people who like others to THINK they have a perfect life and, why?  I don’t know. But so far,  well I think PERFECT is a sweet fairy tale. Or maybe if we’re ALL imperfect, that makes us perfect? I don’t know. All I know is there’s no…

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JULIE JANE

JULIE JANE

  This daughter? Pure delight. I could write about her forever. She was born in a Connecticut hospital on a gurney in the middle of the hallway being quickly rolled to the delivery room. We didn’t quite make it! My mom came for a visit and held her when she was only days old and sang to her. As she sang, we heard a soft little baby sound humming along in response to her grandma’s song. There was something magical…

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SWEET MELISSA, BABY B

SWEET MELISSA, BABY B

  Teeny, delicate, quiet, adorable and sweet. That’s who Melissa was when she made her first appearance. She arrived seven surprising minutes after her sister. I was expecting her sister, baby number three but number four? No, I wasn’t expecting her! And neither were the team of Obstetricians who assured me every time I asked, that there was only one baby in there…..no matter how many limbs I thought I felt! That was many years ago. In today’s world, I’d…

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FOUR PLUS ONE IS TWO

FOUR PLUS ONE IS TWO

  All my growing up years I dreamed how it would be when I was a mom. I’d take great care of my kids, keep them safe and love them deep and they’d love me back. I’d give them everything they wanted, everything I could think of, and everything I didn’t get emotionally. I’d be their best friend and then when they grew up, they’d put me high up on a pedastol, maybe even enter me in BEST MOM contests….

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BRAD’S MOM

BRAD’S MOM

  January 1 2010 Brad’s mom died a few days ago.   Brad’s the man that rocks my daughter’s world  My daughter wasn’t feeling well, I could hear it in her voice when she called to tell me but she was in her car and on her way to Brad’s… close to an hour drive from her home.  She was crying.   Crying for her loss because she’d grown to love his mom over the years and crying for Brad…

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THANKSGIVING REVISITED

THANKSGIVING REVISITED

  It was the last week in August 1984. I’d been waiting for that day forever. We were moving…..far away. We were leaving our home, our friends, our family everyone and everything we knew to make a dream come true. CALIFORNIA! It was a bittersweet good-bye, filled with hugs, kisses, promises and tears yet there was excitement and curiosity at the same time. My girls were my pioneers heading west and  I promised their new best friends were waiting to…

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