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World Peace Begins in the Back Seat. Essays and reflections of a girl…. Just Another Day in the Neighborhood. I am a girl who loves to write and loves to tell the stories of those I cross paths with. This blog is about the magnificent people I meet and the thumbprint they leave on me, with an occasional glimpse into my own life. I hope you enjoy! 2 responses to “ About. June 25, 2015 at 2:09 pm. June 25, 2015 at 3:05 pm. Sorry no name is showing! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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World Peace Begins in the Back Seat. Essays and reflections of a girl…. Just Another Day in the Neighborhood. Newer posts →. When (Healed) Wounds Hurt. April 13, 2016. It feels like when a wound heals it shouldn’t hurt again. Not once it is healed. A scar, maybe. But it shouldn’t hurt. It shouldn’t bleed. With the new weight I’ve put on? With this new move? Just Another Day in the Neighbodhood. March 27, 2016. I press the rolling pin into the dough. I am thinking about hope. I need to think about hope.
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Holding Sorrow | World Peace Begins in the Back Seat
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World Peace Begins in the Back Seat. Essays and reflections of a girl…. Just Another Day in the Neighborhood. An Open Letter to My Faraway Friends. Tonight I was Short-tempered →. August 14, 2015. I am told that in this setting, moments become weeks, and hours become years. I am told that I have a small window of opportunity. I must build a rapport that would normally take weeks, months in a traditional therapeutic setting…and I must do it in hours, sometimes minutes. An Open Letter to My Faraway Friends.
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An Open Letter to My Faraway Friends | World Peace Begins in the Back Seat
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World Peace Begins in the Back Seat. Essays and reflections of a girl…. Just Another Day in the Neighborhood. Holding Sorrow →. An Open Letter to My Faraway Friends. May 1, 2015. To My Faraway Friends,. This letter is long overdue. For that I apologize. I have often felt guilty about what I have known I have had to say. I have rationalized away why the subject should be avoided. I have told myself it should be ignored. I have told myself it should be forgotten. With every name added to the list, there ar...
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Would You Call Me Cliche If I Told You There was a Miracle Growing Inside of Me? | World Peace Begins in the Back Seat
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World Peace Begins in the Back Seat. Essays and reflections of a girl…. Just Another Day in the Neighborhood. Battling These Demons (It’s Not What You Think). Out with the old and in with the new…except, I really liked the old! Would You Call Me Cliche If I Told You There was a Miracle Growing Inside of Me? June 30, 2013. I am almost 15 weeks pregnant… and saying those words out loud (or in written form! You have no idea how long it took me to write that sentence). Unfortunately, she didn’t tell me...
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Meeting Mr. Love | World Peace Begins in the Back Seat
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World Peace Begins in the Back Seat. Essays and reflections of a girl…. Just Another Day in the Neighborhood. The “Mom Blog” Fear. A Package Deal →. Meeting Mr. Love. January 22, 2014. In his very short life of four weeks (today! Little e has met quite a lot of new faces. Almost everyone has been absolutely elated with him. “Oo-ing” and “aw-ing” over how incredibly wonderful he is, squishing his chubby cheeks and commenting on his marvelous Mohawk. He pulled up next to us…. Isn’t he just incredible?
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Sometimes…(Confessions from My Life Lately) | World Peace Begins in the Back Seat
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World Peace Begins in the Back Seat. Essays and reflections of a girl…. Just Another Day in the Neighborhood. A Box of Crackers. Meeting Tula →. Sometimes…(Confessions from My Life Lately). June 5, 2014. Sometimeswhen people give me advice on what my baby needs, I nod my head and say I will do X,Y and Z, even when I know I won’t and I’m actually thinking that they are batsh*t crazy; I know I shouldn’t, but I do. Sometimes…I kiss my baby awake from nap; I know I shouldn’t, but I do. Sometimes…I wast...
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A Package Deal | World Peace Begins in the Back Seat
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World Peace Begins in the Back Seat. Essays and reflections of a girl…. Just Another Day in the Neighborhood. Meeting Mr. Love. A Box of Crackers →. March 14, 2014. People tell you a lot of stories about birth while you are pregnant. Some stories are helpful, most stories are not. People most often like to tell you either their own horrific experience, or horrific experiences they have heard. Surprisingly, neither of these is usually helpful! It was a nice plan, and that is about it. When I went for my c...
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5-9am (The Other 9-5pm) | World Peace Begins in the Back Seat
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World Peace Begins in the Back Seat. Essays and reflections of a girl…. Just Another Day in the Neighborhood. When Miracles Require More Miracles. 5-9am (The Other 9-5pm). March 11, 2015. It’s 5 am and Little E is awake. Softly, I whisper to him that it’s night time, that he can sleep in mommy and daddy’s bed, that he can have all the “ba ba” he wants. I snuggle him close and I promise him we’ll get up soon. He laughs. Quite literally he laughs in my face and playfully slaps me. 8220;MA MA”. Oatmeal is n...