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I finish the last chapter, the last page, and close the book. Tears pool in my eyes, cling to the bottom lids until those behind them push them over and out. The contact lens in my right eye swims, fighting against the current, trying to maintain its position. And we all know how dog stories end. I step from the bank to my boat, happy, for some reason, to not have to put a foot in the lake, happy to maintain my balance an.

So many things I would have said;. Shadows and whispers of a daydreaming sentient. Reconstructing a moment, touching deep solace, trusting the process. A feeling, a healing, an accomplishment. If I could paint the vision;. If I could sing the prisms;. If I could plant the gardens, raise the children,. 8220;Is it real? .

What are you grateful for? It has been a long time since the last post. Giving up on the A-Z challenge hit me hard. She is a person with extraordinary strength and resolve. A woman who had to grow up too fast, take on the unforgiving world alone. For the trust and love they have shown me in the face of overwhelming odds, I shall forever be thankful to God.

All men are equal before fish. Something within us is always surprised by change. My current blog is not this one. Check me out at Residual Display. Technology only has what power we give it. On i wrote something! On a cruel mistress.

Smartphones and not so smart people. Consider reading my original posting HERE. At the group blog, reallifetwentysomethings. But are they killing the relationships right in front of us? Are we ge.

Posted in Policy and Provision. Before I had my own family I used to say that for every child I gave birth to I would adopt another. This seemed a small but realistic way of balancing the desire to have a biological child with the desperate need of already-born children for a family. So I made donations to charity instead; I might not be able to give my time but I could at least do this.