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Not This Boy
Jack’s classmate, the little boy for whom we had the blood drive, is not doing well. His liver is reacting negatively to the chemo he had before the marrow transplant. His tummy is…
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Trajectory
Do you ever feel like you’ve been gently, insistently redirected? Herded. Shepherded. There is a distinction, but in either case, direction from an outside source is implicit. A sheep-i-ness is implied. I have…
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My Pride, My Joy
The past two nights, I’ve had to take Jack to stay with friends for the evening while I putter about doing law school activities (the husband and baby were out of town). The…
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Quick (and Depressing) Brain Dump
I cannot say this aloud to the people I want to say it to, so I’m going to splash it here. But quickly, bc I have a lot to do. So a little boy…
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Fairy tale
Once upon a time, back in the days before my marriage, I still lived with my oldest younger sister. We lived together in a tiny grayish house in Hillsborough, North Carolina, a town…