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a phone call

Okay, yesterday while I was in the shampoo aisle at Target, there was a call. It was James. “Hi, Mom. It’s James. Denise is here.” Me: “Denise? Right now? What’s going on?” (What am I doing at Target right now buying dog food and shampoo? My life is so lame. I should be at home. […]

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the first girl

heidi and newborn julia The first baby girl was Heidi. She was born a couple hours after everyone went home from Dan’s fourth birthday party. She was the smallest of all our babies, a little tiny jaundiced peanut. But she grew. I wrote this back when she finished high school– “My oldest daughter, Heidi, and

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thirty

at two at eighteen Yes. Thirty today. Him. He’s Dan, the second child. John’s the first child, and his birthday was back in June, ended up all wrapped into the graduation party, which often happens–that, or a wedding, or something. john and dad But in August, life gets a little slower. When Dan was born,

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oh dear

Oh dear. I have a real estate deal crumbling around the edges, so frustrating and upsetting. The outcome is unknown at this time. And our accounts receivable continues to climb, as does our own pile of bills, which will eventually be due. Nobody’s paying. Oh, ouch, ouch, ouch. So I’ve defaulted into stress mode and

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