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Broken And Hurting
Celebrating birthdays is a must. We finally got around to having more family in town to celebrate John, which he’d never ask for. Would avoid attention to himself if he could. Not in this family. The grands had helped with the preparations. There were balloons and laughter, our goofy family birthday song and a cooperative blowing…
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If At First You Don’t Succeed, Go For The Games
“Is there anything you could do to help me?” Desperate. Pleading. Three young children, 95 degree weather, and we’d already been walking quite a bit. I was at DisneyWorld with two grands and one of their friends. Three genuinely fun kids. We’d have five hours at the Magic Kingdom, a challenge of managing time and…
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Mouthy Misinformation
“Aww, c’mon!” I was loud. I’ve a voice that carries quite well. Six kids gave me ample opportunity to learn to project. This wasn’t a response to my kids. Or the grands. I was at a soccer game. Sydney’s team is a bit of a mix. There are gals who love the game and want…
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Having It All Is Never Enough
I’m a sports fan. Not a fanatic. That would be my husband. Any sport. Any time. If he’s got a moment, ESPN is his go-to place to vegetate. As I was getting ready to leave for work, Sports Center was on. I heard “He was found dead in his cell.” It got my attention. Aaron…
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