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Conversations with my Kid – Talkin

The memory is vivid. I am standing in my jammies at the end of our hallway. I am leaning against the corner of the wall peering into the living room and I am hidden from my parents’ view. They are sitting on our yellowish-flowery 1960’s sofa cuddled close looking happy. The glow of the television flickers on their faces. I stare at them. Loving them. Needing them. And my five-year-old brain is riddled with fear. “I don’t ever ever want my parents to die,” I think. It’s the scariest thought I have ever had in my entire...
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Seeing the Light …

Written by Amy, a mom without a blog I have almost died three times. Well, I should say I almost died twice, but I looked death straight in the eye a third time. Age 12: I was crossing the street by foot and got hit by a car. I was rushed to the hospital, all my vital signs stopped twice, they brought me back “to life” and a grueling, six weeks later I was released from the hospital after recovering from multiple fractures in my skull, pelvis and having two screws and a staple put into my knee in order to hold it together. After that experience, I can honestly say...
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Oil of Olay is the Secret to Beautiful S

Written by Lee At least that’s what my grandma would tell me. Her skin was awesome. Sure it looked kinda like it had been around for a while. Hell, she was 90 but I’ll tell you, her skin was sooooo soft and really? Had minimal wrinkles. I always told her that I hoped I looked as good as she did when I was 90. But I guess to look that good, I need to start using Oil of Olay. And I haven’t. What’s my problem? Two years ago today, my grandma Anne, less than two months shy of 91, slipped away from us and headed to the next world. She was so...
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Facing the Fall of Change

Written by Kath, a mom without a blog It’s fall across most of our country. The long, warm days of summer have given rise to brisk mornings and evenings; the sun is lower in the sky, and days are shorter. It’s fall out here in the desert as well, but the signs aren’t as obvious. You really have to look for them. Fall in Phoenix means we open our windows again. Of course, this only happens in the early morning and late evening hours when the temps dip to the 70s or so. But still…we OPEN our WINDOWS. We haven’t done this since, seriously, May. Watching my...
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Death and Life and Flying Little Boys

Written by Lee He wasn’t my uncle by blood. But it doesn’t matter. He was family. He is the brother of my step-mother-in-law. Is there such a title? She’s been with my father-in-law for over seven years. And she has a brother. And his name is Bill. When I first met Bill it was like meeting someone I’d known forever. He reminded me of my Polish relatives from Chicago. Open arms and an open heart and feet planted firmly on the ground. A ground that was familiar to me. There was an instant comfort when I met him. And so it began. Family. In the best...
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We all need Neda

Written by Karen, a mom without a blog There are so many images, so many sad, sad stories that daily come across the internet, are printed in our newspapers and are plastered all over our television newscasts, that we often become completely numb to it all. We may see something that will give us pause, but not even long enough to even qualify as an official “moment of silence” before we’re on to our next task. It’s so difficult for me in the midst of my daily grind to focus on anything besides my own little self and my own little life – that to keep aware of...
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A Conversation that Aged Me – Lite

Last night when The Love Fairy was the only one in the tub, she sat back down after I soaped her up and she slipped back slightly and gently bumped her head on the side.  After the little head bump, our conversation went a little something like this: Love Fairy:  “Our bathtub is not as hard as yours is upstairs, mama , so I won’t die when I bump my head on this bathtub, right?” Me: “Of course you won’t die honey, not from bumping your head like that!” Then I remembered that my dude and I are always telling the kids not to stand...
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Death Musings

Oh yeah.   I got you all psyched with that title, I know it.   You’re cruising around blogtown with your snazzy little handbag and colorful scarf feeling all breezy and cool and all “Hi, how’s it going?” and stopping by all of your very closest cyber-friends’ places to get a little chuckle and leave a hello and maybe find some little gem along the sidewalk and then… SLAM! You’re not sure whether you should stop or maybe just pass for today…yeah, why don’t you? Just go ahead and click away if you’re in no...
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I’m fried.

Whew.   I’m so whacked out tired from this whole week of Monday thru Friday.  But I muster up some energy to write a few reflections: Thanks to all of you who took the time to read the story of Karen and Penni.  As a close friend who observed the journey from Los Angeles, (yes, the lame city that probably would not have rallied around Karen in her time of need and no, I did not take her comment personally), I can say that being a distant witness to such an emotionally-draining situation was difficult.   I’ll never forget what Karen’s voice sounded...