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Confessions Of A Crabby Wife
He doesn’t bend well. A week and a half after hernia surgery, John is still sleeping in his chair. It gives him enough dip so he doesn’t have to stretch his incision too far. Sleeping in a bed just hurts. He’s spent time in that chair. Driving isn’t easy yet. He’s done it for short…
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The First Step Is The Real Journey
Walking is a learned skill. We don’t come into the world knowing how to do it. We barely know how to kick and flail. Crying is innate. Any small dissatisfaction–at most any age–can give us cause to use our voices. Walking is something every parent longs for their first child to accomplish quickly. It’s a…
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A Little Pain Can’t Darken Hope
“It was larger than I’d anticipated. He’s going to be pleased it’s finally taken care of.” John’s doctor informed me of the success of his hernia surgery; I had a better picture of his discomfort. When I saw his incision, I appreciated his words even more. John’s had the hernia for quite some time. Most…
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When The Pushed Envelope Pushes Back
“Stay, Aspen. Down, Aspen. Heel. Sit.” Sydney spoke commands to the incredibly excitable Aspen, her two-year-old Labrador retriever. That pup is so people-focused that his excitement level very often overcomes his newly-acquired skill set. Learned obedience. The poor guy has a way to go. He’s such a happy dog that when folks come to…
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Unfamiliar Faces With Familiar Issues
The faces spread before me covered decades of life, layers of family, most of whom I’ve never known. Part of our sister weekend was going through a tub-full of pictures Mom had saved. Our history. With both parents having passed on, there were photos we each wanted, visual memories of what life had been like.…
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