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The fabric of our lives … is not cotton
I had decided that I had enough friends. We were preparing to move to a small town in Ohio, for only a year mind you, and I was content that I didn’t need to make any new friends. I had great friends from college and from growing up and I was content. But I guess…
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Just another lullaby
I don’t pretend to be a great writer. I write because it is my journal and my release, and I write publicly because I hope that somehow anything or something I say might resonate with even one single person. But sometimes I don’t really bare it all, those deepest feelings of pain and fear, sometimes…
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Who is that crazy lady?
Someone might see me at times and think, “Just who is that crazy lady?” It might be when I’m singing the Barney song and adding my own little dance or when I’m pulling the imaginary horn in a chair choo-choo on the hospital stage. I’m the crazy lady who’s learning to live it like I…