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Calendar Girl

When I was a child, of the 365 days in a year, only two had meaning for me: my birthday on May 9 and Christmas on December 25. 255 more words



We all suffer loss in our lives.

It is an unavoidable, unexplainable, unfair fact.  I am amazed at the strength of the human heart.  I remember days, in the fresh agony of loss, wondering how my heart was still beating, how my muscles still made my body go through the everyday motions of life. 677 more words


A Heavy Burden: My Journey with Fertility/Infertility (Part One)

I’ve vowed never to write a blog post with “Part One” in the title; however, some stories are too long to be told in one post. 1,780 more words


Suicidal - Selfish, Cowardly, Weak?

Robin Williams, death by suicide.

As a survivor of suicide I know there are times I am more sensitive to the subject. However, yesterday I was so very angry! 653 more words

Death Of A Child

No tears today

“No more crying today”

My youngest daughter said as she wiped my tears away.

She knows why my cheeks are wet each day and my eyes are never dry. 17 more words


Hidden tears

You may not see the teardrops
But they are there hidden in my heart
The chemicals my doctor gives me
Help to mask the pain so I an function… 18 more words