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June 12, 2008

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Rev. Dr. Mom

Oh Moreena, what a roller coaster. Here's hoping everything works out okay. Prayers and good vibes coming your way.

ppb

So when your blog shows up dark in my bloglines, I hold my breath a little when I click through---hoping and praying (though you'd not agree with the praying, I do it anyway) that it's the miracle Malibu Barbie DreamCar Bestest Good News Ever.

And then I click through and even if it's not the best news ever, it's still Moreena writing, and that pretty much makes my day.

I'm still holding the light for Anni and all of you.

Kyla

Keep us posted. Sometimes I click over here even when it isn't new in Bloglines...I'm worried it will miss something important.

Jen, mom of Grace & Meghan

Praying for Annika, and hoping for the best.

Hannah

Sending many good wishes.

Lee

Thanks for the update. No big bleeding is a Very Good Thing.

Liz

Thinking of you all the time and praying.

kathy a.

xoxox

Phantom Scribbler

Thanks for updating us. I wish there was something we all could do besides worry about y'all.

tabitha

MY OH MY WHAT THAT POOR LITTLE THING HAS GONE THROUGH. I GIVE YOU GUYS NOTHING BUT CREDIT HOW HARD ALL THIS MUST BE. I HOPE ALL GETS BETTER SOON I WILL KEEP YOU IN MY THOUGHTS. TABITHA LOGANS MOM

Jozet at Halushki

I'm not sure what the point is, either...

But I think that Frankie might be onto something with Pigaloo and the Power of Chain. When life flips me around, I turn to absurdist comedy. It's the only thing that makes sense.

xxoo for you

Kathryn

Just popping in to send thoughts and prayers

Mary O.

I don't know what to say except hang in there, all of you!

Mary O.

Good luck tomorrow. I'll pray for you all.

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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,
    staring
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    began
    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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