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Eleven

I wrote this on Facebook tonight. What a blessing it is to forget. Eleven years ago right now, I was drifting off on my very first overnight in a hospital, 22 hours later I would have a living child. 34 hours later we would chose for him: life or death with no guarantees of the former and plenty of opportunity for the latter. Eleven years ago, at this moment, on a Sunday night, I fell asleep on the precipice of the most precarious fall and meteoric bounce a mother could… Read more Eleven

Memories: Why I Can’t Love Mothers Day

I’m going to come right out and say it – Mothers Day is not my favorite holiday.  It has absolutely nothing to do with the holiday itself, and I don’t resent anyone else enjoying it. It’s just hard for me.  Sorry, Mothers’ Day, it’s not you, it’s me and my insanely powerful memory. I remember the birth dates of most of my fifth grade classmates.  Don’t ask me why; I don’t know.  They just stick.  I call it the Ken Jennings gene, and I’ve got it bad.  I remember the… Read more Memories: Why I Can’t Love Mothers Day

The Infamous Photo Post (best of)

Here is another retrospective post from my old blog. This was one of my more popular posts, and I figured I’d share it again.  I will mention this, I don’t do the Duggers.  I just don’t get it. I don’t care how many kids they have or any of that, and that’s just it I don’t have cable, and I don’t care. BUT, I was deeply offended by news stories that called them “weird” for wanting a picture of the baby they lost.  There’s probably a whole lot of reasons… Read more The Infamous Photo Post (best of)