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the “D” word

Douchebandit. That’s the “d” word I was thinking about. What were YOU thinking of? Douchebandits. Douchebag McGreggor. Douchemover. All good words to describe certain behavior. I would LOVE to justify it by saying that *I* have never acted that way. But I have. So has Pete. Out of anger. Confusion. Fear. Frustration. Hurt. Just because [...]

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being together

Christmas morning at the nursing home was an experience. I lived in this constant fear of my family leaving and not coming back. There were cards, the kids brought gifts, we tried to celebrate together. I remember the laughing of the kids. I hugged them SO tight. I was very tired, but was afraid to [...]

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my name is Germy McPlaguerson

The doctor says I should be feeling better any day. I’ve been sick since Sunday. Any day.

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another frustrated photographer

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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the dream i had

Not everything in my life gets to be funny. I see the humor in so many things and appreciate laughter in every form. But sometime the reality of what happened to me sneaks in and steals my laughter. Leaves fear and tears in it’s wake. I cry out in memory of those moments when I [...]

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in case you were gift-buying

Having a vision problem and only one hand to use, my love of books was something I had to let go of. When I say “love of books” I mean that I used to have five kids and sold two to get the newest release I was waiting on. These three are just glad the [...]

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what we can do together

In the past I’ve had the chance to help families as a blogger and get involved with efforts to benefit pediatric cancer families. Then a moment comes along that both meet in one and I KNOW these sites aren’t just proof of narcissism gone wild! Are you familiar with Love Drop? Love Drop is a [...]

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join us for 1

Back in the day, when Peyton was sick, we did part of our treatment at All Children’s Hospital in St. Petersburg, FL. From our house to the hospital it was over an hour and a half drive. Totally worth it, when it’s your child. Part of Peyton’s “roadmap” called for her to undergo cranial radiation. [...]

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the face

I found this. It made me crack up. But then it made me cry. I had to really look at that face and know it wasn’t going to look back at me in the mirror. That face with it’s perfectly symetrical smile. That face without the tape on the glasses. That face that *I* know [...]

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loving lamps and tears

  Yes. Yes, I do. A lot of people appreciate me for my humor.  The ability to still laugh in the face what seems like extreme circumstances. I believe that laughing has always been something as much a part of me as breathing or toast. It has been hard for me to accept that part [...]

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hallmark has nothing

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. Most celebrated the mother in their life. They were one. They were going to be one.  They had been one. They were always going to be the child of one. Just this one time I’m going to dance around in my underwear, stick out my tongue and say “NA NA NA [...]

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the “what if” game

The “What If” game. I play it. What if I won the powerball? What if I could fly? What if humanity was destroyed and the world depended on Hugh Jackman and me to repopulate. It could happen. And then I had kids. What if the car hung off a bridge and I could only get [...]

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my wonder wall

I tell bits and pieces of the story of what happened in the hospital days before I came home. I was staring up the wall. It was all I could see. Wall. With the Christmas tinsel and a slice of the exit. Help me. I could see the people walking past, the ones that hadn’t [...]

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