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December 05, 2011


Sue Frey  -- Grandma Sue to Molly

Hi Moreen and Anika and Frankie, I an sorry to hear that your husband has left you. Karen's left as sooon as she knew she was pregant again. It is not easy, but having Anika alive and well was the biggest battle you will ever live through. You are stronger than you feel right now. We were just so glad to hear Anika is doing well as we followed her and it gave us hope that Molly would be OK through her second transplant, she is doing well after her transplant in March. I would love to follow your story if you want to send your password to my
e-mail [email protected] Please don't let this make you feel like you are a loser. He is the one that is the loser to leave a strong, beautiful women like you. Someday you will find someone else that really deserves a fantastic lady and mom like you are. If you don't then there is no one good enough for you!!!!!


I've been following your blog for years. Have even checked back on this site, if you had updated anything in the past year and a half. Would you send me the password, if you are writing at a password protected site?


I'm sorry to hear what you've been going through. But I'm glad you are writing again and that you and the girls are ok! I would like to keep reading you. I would like the password if that's ok.


I've been reading your blog since the early 2000s, and just checked back to see if you had started writing again. I love your writing and would like to keep reading your posts. Would you send me the password?


Ups, I just realized that my email didn't show up in the comment. It's [email protected].


I've been reading your blog since around 2005, shortly after losing my father. I felt connected to your struggles as my father was a heart transplant recipient- I think transplant families have a sort of shorthand somehow.

I would tell you that I'm sorry for the loss of your marriage but instead I think I'll just say that I have an enormous amount of respect for your determination and strength. A man that doesn't see the value in what he has doesn't deserve it. Period.

If you'd like to share your password I'd love to follow along. I've always loved your style- you really are very very talented.

Regardless, I wish you and your girls the very best. You deserve more than the hand you've been dealt.

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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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