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Sit, Mom, Sit.: Advice She Will Probably Never Hear
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Sit, Mom, Sit. For anyone living a life they didn't envision. Or for anyone with children. Thursday, July 25, 2013. Advice She Will Probably Never Hear. It's almost time. At 7:25 AM Monday, Hannah is a senior in high school. The same Hannah that was born to a freaked out mother who didn't think she could raise a child. If she does graduate from high school, does that mean I could raise a child? Does half the making and raising of a child also count for half of the failure/success ratio? I failed her in u...
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Sit, Mom, Sit.: This Last Year
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Sit, Mom, Sit. For anyone living a life they didn't envision. Or for anyone with children. Friday, June 6, 2014. It's 12:15 pm on a Wednesday and she's asleep on the couch. Again. After two hours of this unconscious state, she will send 42 texts about, well, hard to say. With great difficulty she will then tear herself off of the couch, rearrange her tangled hair and within a split second be. It's day 47 in my daughter's high school senior year. Well that explains a lot. Why does she sleep so much though?
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Sit, Mom, Sit.: 05/20/15
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Sit, Mom, Sit. For anyone living a life they didn't envision. Or for anyone with children. Wednesday, May 20, 2015. 5 A's and a C. 5 A's and a C. Her grades for the final semester of her freshman year in college. 6 classes. All of them academic with deep, theoretical, thought provoking concepts. Well except for 1 unit of modern dance. For which she ran in circles and rolled on the floor to achieve her A. Actually, I guess that can be thought provoking. 5 A's And what is the question everyone asks? 6) The...
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Sit, Mom, Sit.: Blessings and Evil, Now More Than Ever
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Sit, Mom, Sit. For anyone living a life they didn't envision. Or for anyone with children. Saturday, December 15, 2012. Blessings and Evil, Now More Than Ever. I'm having trouble reconciling the warm, soft, sweet life our family has been blessed with against the horrendous pain the families in Connecticut have been handed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). We Band of Mothers. The inconvenient tinkle truth. 1000 Dolphin in a Wheelchair and Other Disturbing Things. The Fingerprint of Second Thoughts.
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Sit, Mom, Sit.: I Didn't Notice
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Sit, Mom, Sit. For anyone living a life they didn't envision. Or for anyone with children. Thursday, April 10, 2014. I didn't notice how you loved me yesterday. I prayed that you would show me, that I would see one significant sign that you are still close and that you still love me. But, I just ran errands and worked. I went shopping and bought chicken and green beans and cookies for dinner. I went to the bank to deposit a check from an extremely rare acting job. I drove to work and home. Three times.
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Sit, Mom, Sit.: A photograph
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Sit, Mom, Sit. For anyone living a life they didn't envision. Or for anyone with children. Friday, September 7, 2012. I'm taking a creative writing class and I had to write a poem for Tuesday. This is the final draft. The mesmerizing stillness of a smiling photograph. A bronzed, rugged cowboy atop his barely tamed horse paused on the edge of a cliff. Turned back to smile for the camera. A shot in the dark. And he leaves just the haunting of his smile. Atop his closed, lovingly polished, coffin. He and hi...
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Sit, Mom, Sit.: Wanna Have Lunch?
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Sit, Mom, Sit. For anyone living a life they didn't envision. Or for anyone with children. Tuesday, September 2, 2014. Food for the comfort of the mother's soul. Just a little follow up to my previous post. Broke down and called the-daughter-who-has-now-had-five-days-of-college-life. "Are you coming home for the weekend? I don't think so.". Wanna have lunch then? And off we drove - the parents, the little sister, the grandma. It's only an hour and a half away to us, it's a world away for her. Greater lov...
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Sit, Mom, Sit.: The Fingerprint of Second Thoughts
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Sit, Mom, Sit. For anyone living a life they didn't envision. Or for anyone with children. Wednesday, September 4, 2013. The Fingerprint of Second Thoughts. Thank you for not abusing me" she said. You're welcome.it hasn't been easy" I replied. My daughter, Talia, is training to be a volunteer on Teen Lifeline, the suicide hot line here in Phoenix. We had the above conversation more than once after the session on abuse. Same thing. I have not allowed myself to "think" since. At the risk of sounding crazy,...
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Sit, Mom, Sit.: Hamilton High Parking Lot Instructions
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Sit, Mom, Sit. For anyone living a life they didn't envision. Or for anyone with children. Friday, January 27, 2012. Hamilton High Parking Lot Instructions. 7:22 am finds the Hamilton High Parking Lot swarming with hormonal, panicked and nearly late teenage drivers and/or a parent of some kind. Monday through Friday between 7:12 and 7:22 I drop off my two, panicked, nearly late, hormonal teenage daughters. Look both ways before you are in the middle of the traffic. Stand up to Mrs. *&*! They are all driv...
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Sit, Mom, Sit.: 12/18/14
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Sit, Mom, Sit. For anyone living a life they didn't envision. Or for anyone with children. Thursday, December 18, 2014. First Semester and All is Well That Ends Well. Follow my blog with Bloglovin. We are getting the college student back from her first semester abroad in the wilds of Tucson, AZ. She might need to know just how ridiculously proud of her I continue to be. Oh, I hope I remember to tell her. Texts that would like to be sent:. Do you like your roommate? Did you finish hanging up your pictures?