Teeth, Feet, and Fly

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I Survived Junior High School and Pandora’s Box

Junior high school is the time when many teenagers spiral-down the rabbit hole and get their first peek into Pandora’s Box: new friends, peer pressure, and the lure of drugs or gangs. Innocence is lost. Temptation is altered by wanting to fit in, and the fear of being “labeled” and isolated. But once Pandora’s Box is opened—often by no choice of your own—once you’ve seen and tasted the forbidden, there is no closing that box again. And for some, the memories, and repercussions, will forever linger, like a parasite. I know. I was compelled to peer into that Box!...more
And you have no idea, Elaine, how glad I am to know you, too. Coming to blog (RANT) my thoughts ...more

THIS BLOG IS NOT ABOUT STEVE JOBS (REST IN PEACE)

Sharon Greenthal emptyhousefullmind.blogspot.com   I mourn the loss of Steve Jobs,along with the rest of the world.  He was one of the world's greatest visionaries ever....more

A Letter to my Daughter's Birth Mother

Two stories this past week have caught my eye, and have wreaked havoc on my heart....more

LOVE IS THE NEW BLACK

LOVE SCENE INVESTIGATIONMy boyfriend Francis and I met on a Southwest Airlines flight from Chicago’s Midway Airport to LaGuardia in New York....more

Adoption Beginnings

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In My Dream

In my dream, I'm sitting outside, rays of sunlight warming my skin.In my dream, I can barely hear the screaming. It's distant, and trails off with the breeze....more
This is true. :-)more

Playing Favorites

I follow Mom out to our car.  When we're both in and buckled, she glances at me in the rearview mirror.           “We’re not going to stay long,” she says. “Maybe five minutes. He’s bound to be exhausted.”            I nod, blow on the window, and draw a smiley face in the condensation. Then I sit back and consider how the five minute visit might play out.             I want to show him how much I love him....more
Let me ask him. I'm really not sure. Took us a long time to get around to being close (as adults).more

One Mom's Dispatch from The Land of Not Okay

Hello Land of Okay,You may not remember us. Or maybe you do remember us and wonder why we don't come to visit more often. Or maybe you don't know us well enough to realize that we've moved....more
I especially loved your last paragraph. {sigh}more
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