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All the Roadrunning: December 2006
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Wednesday, December 13, 2006. Tis the season to be Jolly? My typical workday consists of helping people die, and two evenings a week mediating divorces and child custody. Sounding jolly so far? As I enter the mall, I wonder if I have paid my share of emotional dues over the years. Is that the twelve years of Catholic school making me take personal inventory? Posted by Kathleen @ 9:50 PM. Links to this post. Friday, December 08, 2006. Posted by Kathleen @ 9:26 AM. Links to this post. Links to this post.
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All the Roadrunning: June 2008
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Sunday, June 15, 2008. Last week my 88 year old patient asked me if I was married or divorced. He's a frisky, sometimes angry, frustrated guy. Being bed bound will do that to you. He has long white hair and a scruffy beard. He tells me stories of racing cars, and sailing 40 foot yachts. I told him that I was divorced but living with a wonderful, kind man. He threw his head back, grinning and locking eyes with me in a sort of "Rosemary's baby" effect and said, " OH shacking up are you? Links to this post.
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All the Roadrunning: September 2008
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Saturday, September 06, 2008. The lessons we learn. So, coincidentally, I help terminally ill folks die at home. They all have their own personal journey. I'm just privileged to be a small part of it. Posted by Kathleen @ 9:38 AM. Links to this post. North Shore Boston, Massachusetts, United States. Two separate careers, one as a licensed Mental Health Counselor and the other as a hospice RN. View my complete profile. The lessons we learn. Tis the season to be Jolly? November is National Hospice month.
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All the Roadrunning: September 2006
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Tuesday, September 19, 2006. Going to Carolina in My Mind? The middle sister left Connecticut to go to college in North Carolina, and never came back. Of course she has returned for visits and family reunions , but North Carolina is her home. This weekend we'll be going to Carolina for her son's wedding. It will be the second trip to N.C. this year.Not unusual. Can't you just feel the sunshine? Can't you just feel the moonshine? I'm wearing Chinese silk.does that make sense? Posted by Kathleen @ 10:27 PM.
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All the Roadrunning: October 2006
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Tuesday, October 17, 2006. Saturday, October 14th was bright and sunny, so the dream did come true. The rehearsal dinner on Friday night was a great success and the official kick-off for a full weekend. That night the bride took the traditional room at the hotel while the groom stayed home with family. In a flurry they dressed, helped each other with ties and decided how many buttons the vest would need. My job description as mother of the groom was defined spontaneously. It was perfect. He said "I do".
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All the Roadrunning: November 2006
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Tuesday, November 21, 2006. When I assess her today I will be looking for the usual signs. Will she be smiling with those big brown eyes or will there be tears. Her only way of letting me know how she is feeling. Oh yes, she is able to make a very soft but genuinely contagious laugh. Again, you have to be listening and looking. Brian Andreas ( http:/ www.storypeople.com/storypeople/Home.do. Is a writer/artist who has a collection of books and prints called:. Posted by Kathleen @ 8:31 AM. That balance of ...
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All the Roadrunning: January 2007
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Tuesday, January 16, 2007. From the time my son was six years old he quickly learned that he could make me and his two sisters laugh hysterically with childish antics. Over the years he developed rehearsed routines, such as flinging himself down a flight of stairs (carpeted) with a crashing thump at the end. He would then jump up, as soon as he hit the floor, shouting "I'm OK, .I'm OK! It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for,. It doesn't interest me what planets ...
