Typical afternoon walk in my little desert town. In the United States one who does not have health insurance pays heavily for prescriptions and doctor visits. So I like to get whatever I can taken care of in the country in which I live, where I have insurance. A week later I head in to the government hospital in my little desert town with my prescription in hand. Positive I have it all under control.

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Hope From Highway 34 2014 Calendar. Saturday, January 13, 2018. The noblest of arts is that of making other people happy. Last Tuesday, January 2, was the last day of Christmas vacation. For my kids and my youngest had a gift card to the movie theater. She had been wanting to see. The movie musical based on the life of P.

Staying sane amid autism, anxiety, and too many penises. Yesterday, I went on strike. That means today I have twice as much work to do because, naturally, no one jumped in to pick up the slack! As such, there is no new diary entry this week. However, because Two is home this week on spring break, I am reposting this ode to sharing space with all my children. You are in the minority.

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Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences. I wanted to share something truly disgusting and awful that happened to me this past Monday. Why am I sharing this? Based on all of this, I feel deeply that the silencing of survivor. What I really need you to understand right now is that I know what is best for me. Every survivor knows their own e.

Musings From a Patchwork Quilt Life. Life Stories of Simplicity, Serenity, and Solitude. You look like I feel. The question spills from my mouth before it even forms in my mind. Do you want to come with me, Harriet? I say, reaching down to gently scratch her head, She never in a car in her life to the best of my knowledge jumps in, meowing loudly.