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Father’s day is a mixed bag

I miss my Dad.  I really do.  While I miss him, I intermittently process anger that comes in fragmented pieces.  I talk to him, get angry, cry, and try to resolve the piece with mercy and grace. I have some … Continue reading

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Going to bed early

Last night, I was just dragging my tail.  A little before 9:00 p.m., I announced to the room and and no one in general, mostly my girls, that I planned to go to bed early.  My husband was nearby and … Continue reading

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The dark places

I wrote about an okay day.  Those are the norm, with the power struggles and undercurrents that you just navigate as status quo.  The good days are like a drug.  A sensation of bittersweet hope courses through your soul, because … Continue reading

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