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Time Slide

I keep having this fantasy of moving away to a small wooded town that has a river running through it, endless sunshine, crisp blue skies, and time that I can stop dead in its tracks. I figure if life feels like its moving slowly then it will be moving slowly. But I know it’s just a ruse. This fantasy of mine. So I don’t even tell my man that I’ve been dreaming of our escape where we will all sit around in a homey cabin staring at each other while time stands still. Instead I blink and I add another title to another event in iPhoto like “First Day...
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Where I’m At

Where I’m At

When I was growing up in Phoenix, every Good Friday during Lent between noon and 3 PM, my mom would turn off the television or any music we had playing so we could spend some quiet time in prayer.  We couldn’t play, or swim, or basically have any kind of kid fun during those hours. Me and my siblings always complained, of course.  “We’re bored,” we would say. “What are we supposed to do?” “Think about Jesus hanging on the cross,” she would reply matter of factly. “And go outside and pull weeds.  Or rake the...
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It’s FUN raising my kids in Los An

I can’t tell you how many times I have heard people say “I would never ever want to raise my kids in LA.” It’s kinda cool to live in a city so misunderstood. ‘Cause truly you can’t believe the kinds of things we have in our ‘hood. Would you believe me if I told you this photo was snapped just 15 minutes from our home? On a Saturday June evening when the fog from the beach was just rolling in? And that the kids fed the horses with long stems of grass with no one telling them what not to do? And the cost of this childhood memory...
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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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The Dry-Erase Board that Lives in My Bra

Kicking off my week away is a favorite here around MWOB and one killer writer, Kath.  She’s part of the larger rescue plan I have going on over here but she doesn’t know it yet.   All I know is every time I read her words, I want to jump through the computer or jump on a plane and go give her a huge hug.  I love this chick. Here’s Kath: This morning, I went for a nice, long run.  I started running for exercise a little over a year ago, which is completely ironic to me because I’ve always hated running. I played lots of sports as a kid and I...