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October 15, 2012



You all look great! I check here often as your words move me, and I don't expect a laugh each time:)


I was so glad to see this pop up in my rs feed today. I've been lurking since my first child was born in March of 2005 and I started reading blogs while nursing and trying to cope with a baby with special needs.

Lately I've noticed that there will be days, sometimes weeks, when I don't turn on music and those are my worst days. Those are the days that I get so deep into a funk that I turn in on myself. Maybe I need to start leaving post-its all over the house with MUSIC! on them.

It's good to see you back here.


So glad to see you back here! FB is fine, but I missed your blog posts!


You guys look wonderful!


so glad to see your smiling mugs!


So glad you're still in blogland. I've followed your posts for years.


Glad you're doing well!

kathy a.


chicago foodie girl

So glad to see you're back & doing well! I think the Comfort Laugh is the best one of all - while anyone can appreciate overt humor, there's a sense of familiarity and belonging that comes with the CL. It comes from a very authentic place & sticks with you long-term.

Amish gifts

Glad to see you are back. I like your blog.

Auto Repair Renton

Been reading all of your post and I'd say you're truly a great writer. I'm glad you guys are doing great in your new home. Thanks for sharing us your story.

Candles Floating

You have a beautiful family. Thanks for sharing your story and your nice pictures.

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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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