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December 19, 2005



That damn mean Santa. Didn't he know you were worried about your surgically abused, sedated, breathing-challenged daughter. I'm still watching for every post and wishing you and your family the best. Send very good thoughts Annika's way.


I'm so sorry about that Santa--thank God for your husband and his help and humor.Fingers crossed and prayers that Anni improves and all can progress soon.


Some of you will already know more than others about surgery. But it's important to learn as much as possible about it. So, the more information you can lay your hands on, the better it is.

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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