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Please Hold On To Me (post 2)
“Mommy? Where are you? Can I go outside?” I yell not knowing exactly where she is. “Yes, Daddy is in the garage,” she yells back from my baby brother’s closet-like bedroom at the top of the stairs....
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It’s Not The Critic That Counts
There will always be things that need to be improved upon. No matter how great it is for many, there will always be an equal number who don’t have it as good, as we see in every election. Half of us...
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Please Hold On To Me: A Memoir (post 3)
It feels like I’ve barely survived a natural disaster of calamitous proportions, seeking refuge from bitter winds, torrential rain, plummeting temperatures. My house a shelter, the last safe place....
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Please Hold On To Me: A Memoir (post 4)
They leave. The room is quiet again, the faint sounds of adult voices carry from the backyard. I want to forget this night. I get my blue satin nightgown with white lace stitched to the seams out of...
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Please Hold On To Me: A Memoir (post 6)
I’ve been taking care of our life without this guy for at least three years and I can continue to do it without dragging him along, heels dug in. I can let go of him and do what I know how to do—love...
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The Life Reshuffle…
Divorce was the nightmare I didn’t remember in the morning until I was shoved into the front seat of the big screen called my life. It felt like being kicked out of the tribe, it felt like death — the...
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Please Hold On To Me: A Memoir (post 7)
Learning to fly the summer before sixth grade… “Hey, let’s go over to the other side of the lake with the guys,” Lisa says. “Yes, let’s go. Do you want to go too, Janna? I think Jason likes you.”...
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Please Hold On To Me: A Memoir (post 8)
Once they leave with their dad, my house is devastatingly still and silent but for the sound of Sage’s nails clicking the hardwood floor on the way to her bed. I fall onto the couch for time-lapsed...
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Father’s Days Gone By
The day is heavy as it is when it starts off with rain. Water hangs in the air, I can see it but my coat remains dry. Sage pulls on the leash, eager to go for a walk after being housebound too many...
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Magic Can Be Found in the Darkest of Places
This is one of my favorite sunflower pictures. I was in Upstate New York at Old Stone Farms, an inn near The Omega Center. It was a healing journey that August after getting my family (all five)...
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