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Experience in Cameroon: The Things Medicine Can't Provide
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Hannah Fischer's Month in Cameroon. I'm spending the month of August at Mbingo Hospital in Cameroon, Africa and here are my thoughts, pictures and other experiences. Sunday, August 14, 2011. The Things Medicine Can't Provide. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Books I'm Reading In Cameroon - read along! Between Two Worlds: Escape from Tyranny: Growing Up in the Shadow of Saddam. Zainab Salbi (the founder of Women for Women International). Infections and Inequalities: The Modern Plagues. Helping Babies B...
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Our Storibook: Happy First Birthday Owen!
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Thursday, June 21, 2012. Happy First Birthday Owen! Happy Birthday Baby Boy! I still cannot believe that you are one year old today! Time flies by way to fast! Here is the first time we saw each other’s faces. Love at first sight : ). Your gorgeous Daddy enjoying you filling his arms. Seriously, is there anything better looking than a man that has totally fallen in love with his newborn? And here you are today! We missed Livia, Parker, and Chad. But still managed to have a good time. W. AwwwLove you : ).
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Campaigns | Lisa J Shannon
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8220;Lisa Shannon read our report – and started a movement. O, The Oprah Magazine. Campaign for a UN Convention on Violence Against Women. Run for Congo Women. Sprawled on the couch watching an Oprah. Segment, Lisa learned about the conflict in Congo, the deadliest war since World War II, and the world’s worst sexual violence. Yet she had never heard of it. And neither had almost anyone else. She decided to run 30 miles to raise funds for Congolese women through Women for Women International. Those early...
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D I Z Z L E F I G: This really, really sucks
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Friday, November 11, 2011. This really, really sucks. So, turns out weaning is the worst thing ever. Vivian and I have both pretty much spent the day crying. Hard. You know what else is excruciating? The sad, confused crying of a baby who is suddenly being denied her favorite and most dependable comfort. The shattered heart of a mother who has suddenly given up her. Yeah Lots of crying today. May today be much, much better! November 12, 2011 at 6:55 AM. But, if it helps (if not, ignore this), he got over...
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D I Z Z L E F I G: August 2011
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Wednesday, August 3, 2011. I'd make a GREAT psychologist. For one of my psychology classes, I have to do this computer lab wherein I train a virtual lab rat. I like to call him Sniffy the Virtual Lab Rat. Because that's his name according to the program, that's why. Oh, Sniffy the Virtual Lab Rat. Can you ever forgive me? Under big fat softie. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Welcome to the virtual home of the Dizzle and the Fig. Email her, she loves to chat: thatfig at gmail dot com]. Subscribe in a reader.
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D I Z Z L E F I G: February 2012
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Tuesday, February 7, 2012. It's so late, and I can't get comfortable. I toss from side to side, curling and then straightening my legs, burrowing in the covers and then throwing them off. I huddle against Beau's back and then move away. I put my pillow over my head, then under it, then over again. When I smooth the pillow with my hand, I discover that it's wet. I touch my face. It's wet too. And then I know: I'm not trying to get comfortable. I'm trying to get safe. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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D I Z Z L E F I G: My mind, it is going
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Wednesday, November 16, 2011. My mind, it is going. Today, I drove into the automatic car wash with my window down. Sadly, this is completely in keeping with my general state of forgetfulness and airheadedness and all-around stupidness. You guys will visit me in the nursing home, right? November 16, 2011 at 5:52 PM. If it makes you feel any better.I forgot to close the sunroof once. It only took once. Now I always double check the sunroof before driving in to the automatic car wash. Subscribe in a reader.
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D I Z Z L E F I G: Too much not enough time on my hands
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011. Too much not enough time on my hands. Well It's the end of November. I have nothing to say for myself other than . nope. Nothing. I don't PoMo my NaBlo, turns out. I do have a question. This has bothered me for some time, and I know we're not going to solve it here today. What we will instead achieve is you all being as bothered as I am. That's the only goal I really ever have in my life, to get everyone else confused so I'm not the only one. Horror" - bad scary thing. Novembe...
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D I Z Z L E F I G: We keep him because he's funny
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Sunday, November 13, 2011. We keep him because he's funny. This is the last installment of me bringing you with my failed weaning drama. We had lunch with Beau's parents on the Day of [No] Sucking. And I cried a bit. My mother-in-law commiserated with me, and then called the next day to check on us. Beau answered and she asked if I was doing better with the weaning. She fell off the wagon.". Under shizzle my dizzle. Hee hee. Good one, Beau. November 13, 2011 at 6:54 PM. November 13, 2011 at 7:07 PM.
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D I Z Z L E F I G: March 2012
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Thursday, March 15, 2012. And now apparently things are about to get terrible. You are two. Two! Your birthday was Sunday. You're two years old and will spend several minutes working to form your fingers into a peace sign when I ask you how many you are. You are still tiny. I know lots of people with 6-month-old babies who weigh more than your twenty-one pounds. You're travel-sized! Wearing your sister-wife dress. You can count to eight. You run everywhere within running distance, yelling "I go fast!