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Four Angels Momma (most days): June 2013
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Monday, June 10, 2013. The Ties That Bind. I witness other people getting very excited about their own birthdays and I do, too, but it makes me wonder where my own apprehension might have come from. So I move on to Angel Daughter Number Two.My wild child, per say. The one who can cause my heart to pound wildly in the middle of the night without logical reason, but just because I know. It is all good, though. I know. That AD2 is absolutely capable of amazing things, things that other twenty-three year old...
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Four Angels Momma (most days): August 2012
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Tuesday, August 7, 2012. Angel Daughter Number Four with a smile almost as large as her own. I suppose that my father instilled the love of photography in me and then, into Angel Daughter Number Two. When I was a child, he was always chasing me around to pose for one picture or another. It seemed kind of annoying at the time. Not too many children like to stand still for as long as it takes to snap a few photos(especially my own, STILL! To always lug my heavier Nikon along. I did say almost,. Our front y...
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Four Angels Momma (most days): February 2013
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013. For me to write again. If you were one of those lovely people, thank you so much. My deepest gratitude is with you. Each note brought me closer to coming back. Each friendly reminder of you. Made me understand that this is not only about me. It is also about us. Angel Daughter Number One is twenty-five years old now.(actually closer to twenty-six! That she can do it! I will let you know when and where to watch it once she has fulfilled this goal. We celebrated Angel Daughter N...
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Four Angels Momma (most days): A Writer's Soul
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Saturday, July 26, 2014. It is much more about the things that I did not do for myself. I allowed myself to get lost in the mix of the lives that surrounded mine(and this includes those outside of my immediate family) in a way that caused me to forget who I. My children. I would be present. And not just pretend that I was. These were the most mindful years of my life. And yet, like my parents who successfully failed both my brother and me, I ended up failing someone very important too. Myself. I promise ...
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Four Angels Momma (most days): As We Grow
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Monday, October 7, 2013. And all of my Angel Daughters are busy living their own lives while I am still trying to figure out where it is that I fit in. There are so many things that nobody ever teaches us about being a mother, but I have found that one of the most poignant things is how to start up where we left off, after the children are mostly raised up. Impermanent and changing seemingly before my eyes, into beings that I can sometimes barely recognize but that I know oh so well. Other than this four...
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Four Angels Momma (most days): October 2013
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Monday, October 7, 2013. And all of my Angel Daughters are busy living their own lives while I am still trying to figure out where it is that I fit in. There are so many things that nobody ever teaches us about being a mother, but I have found that one of the most poignant things is how to start up where we left off, after the children are mostly raised up. Impermanent and changing seemingly before my eyes, into beings that I can sometimes barely recognize but that I know oh so well. Other than this four...
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Photography is an extreme sport!!…… – From Here to Anxiety……..
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From Here to Anxiety……. Life in my 50's : lapband: laughter. Photos…no turning back! September 16, 2010. Photography is an extreme sport! Scene of the Stunt! This may very well have been the last one I took if I hadn’t been so athletic, toned, alert and……………bouncy. Rough, rough weather out there being battered by the winds off the ocean but so beautiful! The next thing I am flying through the air with my head lower than my arse….which I knew immediately not to be a good. It looked like you had your extre...
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Ms. Paxie Panicker: It Won't Be Long...
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Persevering with panic in my head.good days and bad. You are more than welcome in my little safe place! Pull up a chair and help me BREATHE! Tuesday, February 21, 2012. It Won't Be Long. It won't be long and. I'm so glad David is grown. Back when.they didn't have nets. No. You cannot or never jump on a trampoline. You will break your neck. I then managed to watch 9 years of him playing football and loved every second.go figure. LOL, he could have broken his neck in football too! How you doing sweetie?
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Ms. Paxie Panicker: Chipping and Hacking
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Persevering with panic in my head.good days and bad. You are more than welcome in my little safe place! Pull up a chair and help me BREATHE! Tuesday, March 13, 2012. My 4 year blog anniversary just passed me by.oh well. I've been remiss on reading blogs lately and I'm sorry for that. I can't do a whole lot, but a little each day is making a difference. I started the Attic Project like years ago and never got around to going through the stuff. That huge pile is being tackled. My saying is "how...I'm tryin...
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Four Angels Momma (most days): April 2013
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Wednesday, April 10, 2013. In Spite of it All. My life is really good. I have been forced to face some pretty tough stuff this time around, but really, who hasn't? We all have our own stuff,. Some of it harder than the rest, but it is ours to learn from. If we can accept the lessons, if we can notice when the same issues seem to reappear, if we can absorb the knowledge in spite of. I do often wonder, "Why this time? And then I try to figure out another piece of the equation. I also know that I cannot.
