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Free: Adjective or Verb?

on October 13, 2009 in The stuff that sucks

There’s been the occasional question of what “Free Anissa” is supposed to mean.  As I can tend to blather on until someone no longer cares, I try to keep it fairly brief in explanation…Twitter blockage, end of cancer, a new focus, blah blah blah. But, I clearly had great expectations for this new blog…it was [...]

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Important

on September 28, 2009 in The stuff that sucks

There are times I have to switch my hats so fast it gives me whiplash. Just hours into my time in North Carolina at the Type-A Mom Conference, I got a call that shook me to my core. A call that left me crying in the bathroom. A call with news that made my heart [...]

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The miles between

on September 27, 2009 in How we do things

When so much of your life is online, the distance doesn’t really matter.  With the writing team from Aiming Low being all over the country, we laugh together in chat rooms, we commiserate in Skype and we stay in daily contact through emails and Twitter. We talk a lot. But it is never the same [...]

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Rambling is an art, right?

on September 21, 2009 in Aiming Low

Back in the day I used to blog on what could be considered a semi-regular basis. It’s not that I don’t have things to tell you, it’s that I am WICKED loaded down with stuff I have to do. Like? Figure out why my dryer suddenly decided to stop heating up. Convince my kittehs to [...]

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How did I get here?

on September 14, 2009 in all things bloggity

I’m sitting here in a hotel room in Anaheim, CA. And I wonder how I got here. I mean, I know how I GOT here…a plane and all that stuff…but I can’t quite figure out how I got HERE. From living in the bubble of our cancer life to sitting in a room 2000 miles [...]

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Balancing the teeter-totter of my life

on August 5, 2009 in Aiming Low

I have taken on a lot these past weeks. I guess I had it in my head that after the move things would settle down and I would find my equalibrium.  Oh yeah. I would find it, I would hold it close, I would OWN it. The little jerk is still hiding. Or maybe I [...]

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