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Tuesday, May 6th, 2008Last Friday, one of my son’s classmates lost his father.
The boy is a kindergartener, having only recently turned six years old. I read the letter the teacher sent home and I immediately began to sob. I do not know much about this boy, other than he frequents the principal’s office, and is well [...]
Try, try again
Monday, April 14th, 2008I saw this rain-ruined crocus the other day, and thought to myself, better a broken flower than an empty patch of ground.
I don’t ask that anyone succeed in all they do– but I do ask that they try. This is the key to my relationships with people—I can’t be around quitters, or people too [...]
I am not mad anymore
Tuesday, March 18th, 2008Dear Mom,
I need to let you know that I am no longer mad.
It is possible that you didn’t know I was mad to begin with. Being a mother myself, I could speculate that you may have not known what “it” was, but I’m sure you’ve known that something wasn’t right with us.
When I called [...]
Out of control
Monday, March 17th, 2008I am a control freak, a perfectionist. I am sure that some of it is the “nurture” effect of being an ACOA, but that’s not all it. I am, by nature, a Type A as well, and the need to achieve, to prove, to surmount, to perfect is at the firm core of my personality, [...]
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