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expectations

January 9, 2012

Are expectations a good thing? Are they an opportunity to rise to a challenge? Are they set so that there is an inevitable failure? Why do some find them empowering and some find themselves buried under a world of frustration? Why is there such a difference between the expectations you have for yourself and that [...]

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two years ago

November 17, 2011

“Good night, mama.” My 7yo hugged and kissed me and we went through the rituals of bedtime. “I know what tomorrow is,” she said, with her arms arms still wrapped around my neck. Thinking she was talking about the dentist appointment she had, I said, “Oh yeah?” “Two years ago you had your strokes.” And [...]

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another frustrated photographer

September 22, 2011

Peyton had a project I helped her do. It was printing a picture for each year to build a timeline of PEYTON. We printed the pictures out.  Peyton as a baby.  Peyton as a toddler.  Peyton with cancer. Peyton just before I had the strokes. The final picture was one of my favorites. One I [...]

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how you help Felicity and her family

July 25, 2011

For every person that would love to help Felicity (the 4yo brain tumor patient) and her family, here’s another way you can donate. If you want to donate you can use the widget below, the money will be deposited into MY paypal and I will get the Winthrow family via Visa Gift Card. If anyone [...]

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the power of a word

June 23, 2011

I am a strong believer in the power of a word. Um. Duh?? But I have really strong feelings regarding people that use words to hide. I hear people who bury themselves behind things like. “I had a really rough childhood.” You know what? So did I. There was the adoption/abandonment issue. There was the  [...]

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do i get fries with my McJesus?

May 6, 2011

So of all thing I’ve written in the past, this is the most likely to start arguments I really don’t want to have. I’m not sure why I feel the need to write about this.  But I do. I walked away from Easter Sunday at church, but instead of reinforcing my faith, it filled me [...]

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there’s a house…

March 28, 2011

There’s a house. In Florida. The first one Peter and I ever owned. The one we brought our babies homes to. Back when we never had a thought to what the future had in store. We had to leave that house to make that future in Georgia. Leaving people we trusted to take care of [...]

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it’s not a dream

September 16, 2010

Recently, I was searching for a document. It meant I had to look through stuff on the computer from before the strokes. I read the way I joked with the gang. I saw proof that I handled several large irons in my fire. People chose me to lead the way (even when I had no [...]

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leaving the hospital

September 2, 2010

We had packed my bags and said goodbyes. I had a cart with my stuff piled high. I had been here a long time. This was the day I had waited for.  Had worked for.  Had dreamed of.  If the meds would let me dream. I was ready to leave the hospital. I got in [...]

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leaping over and over

August 20, 2010

Sometimes you forget how long you were gone. Then you find music is no longer popular.  Shows you were watching were canceled. Things that used to be are no more. In ways it can be really good. REALLY good. In others, you can just feel left behind. Your kids, the mortgage, life. It all goes [...]

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the dream time

August 18, 2010

It was hard to explain how real my dreams felt. The coma-stage feelings were very hard to shake. There was whole series of dreams where I was in my bed but I watched those around me watching baseball. Baseball. My reality seemed to be watching the people I loved move around me and talk while [...]

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