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desperately seeking hollie: March 2010
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Monday, March 29, 2010. So Nana and Papa took Ali and my nephew, Kaeden, to the park. The weather has been so mild it's been hard to resist these little outings and I find as the days progress that my case of spring fever is becoming increasingly exacerbated. (insert growl of frustration). Spring is here. Kids are cute. Life is good! Sunday, March 28, 2010. Amazon: my favorite time waster. Where else can you buy everything from a first edition copy of Middlemarch to a set of Tweezerman tweezers? There ar...
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desperately seeking hollie: Couch Potatoes
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Friday, April 9, 2010. Then there was the thought of my ever-inquisitive, terminally-curious nephew seeing something inedible and discovering it's size/shape are perfect to fit within his mouth. His face, turning every shade of purple from lavender to plum, exhibiting an expression of unadulterated horror. My daughter (ever the heroine of my insane, mental hypotheticals) charges to his rescue, attempting to mimic the life-saving Heimlich maneuver. Or maybe it's just indicative of being a huge dork. o).
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desperately seeking hollie: Hitting a brick wall...
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Monday, June 14, 2010. Hitting a brick wall. So I was rifling through the 600 pictures on my phone (yes, I'm that bad at actually cleaning out my poor little SD card.) And I ran across some pics I love. Here are my kids, Ali and MacDuff. And they're sitting before the eighth world wonder. I had always wanted to have a house with exposed brick- ever since I saw it on My Two Dads (wow did I just really date myself like that? The second dumbest part? The first dumbest part? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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changes | chasing my ghost
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Ghosts are a metaphor for memory and remembrance and metaphorically connect our world to the world we cannot know about. Leslie What. March 19, 2011. 8220;Change is the essence of life. Be willing to surrender what you are for what you could become.” -Jawaharail Nehru. Change. It’s not a word we all embrace. Sometimes we make conscious attempts to change: we resolve to lose weight, go back to school, get out of debt. And sometimes, life makes the changes for us. Life recently made a change for me. Those ...
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Long Live the Ladies: good riddance, 2011!
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Sunday, January 1, 2012. Good riddance, 2011! I typically imagine my life- not as a linear strand of events- but rather a complex, landscape of varied terrain. This year, and its subsequent foray into the world of cancer, required some real trailblazing on my part and I found myself donning a new lens through which to view my life. Breast Cancer Survivor Extraordinaire. However, this year will also be remembered as the year I gained greater perspective, finally learned patience, developed greater control...
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back to school | chasing my ghost
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Ghosts are a metaphor for memory and remembrance and metaphorically connect our world to the world we cannot know about. Leslie What. Some simple rules for adapting. August 23, 2011. 8220;Raising a kid is part joy and part guerilla warfare.” -Ed Asner. Hahaha. Well said, Ed. I’ve often reflected that there is nothing on earth for which an individual would be completely unprepared if he/she had first had the opportunity to be a parent. And the hours are ridiculous. And don’t even think. It’s a remin...
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Redemption | chasing my ghost
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Ghosts are a metaphor for memory and remembrance and metaphorically connect our world to the world we cannot know about. Leslie What. March 28, 2011. 8220;Every tree has got her root and every girl forbidden fruit. And has her demons. And the path I chose to go,a different girl so long ago,. I had my reasons. In all the black, in all the grief… I am redeemed.” -Charlotte Martin. Are all sins or mistakes ones from which we can gain redemption? Be saved or is it just not in the nature of some? And it’...
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Long Live the Ladies: the bald and the beautiful
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Monday, January 2, 2012. The bald and the beautiful. Chemo is one of the most dreaded words. There are no positive associations that immediately leap to mind upon hearing the word, "chemo." The word evokes images of emaciated, wearied cancer patients devoid of hair and exuding a sense of utter exhaustion. Gaunt and pallid, their faces haggard and drawn from sleepless nights and varying stages of malnutrition; dusky semi-circles clinging to the underside of blood-shot eyes. I remember my chemo nurse, the ...
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Long Live the Ladies: laugh.out.loud.
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Monday, October 29, 2012. So cancer, without a doubt, was such a frustrating experience with which to contend. I've mentioned before how irritating it was to feel like I had gotten myself pointed in the direction I wanted to go only to have cancer waylay me. No one likes feeling powerless and I least of all. The Universe foisting this trial of cancer on me with absolutely no input from me, mind you, was almost too much for this headstrong Hollie to bear. Peace was sometimes just not to be found. But one ...
