From Forgotten to Fierce_The Green Stick and the Blue Watch
My sister Melina and our pet Fifi, underneath the shade of a Palo Verde tree.
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My sister Melina and our pet Fifi, underneath the shade of a Palo Verde tree.
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“You are supposed to pay attention in Mass!” Allie admonishes me. At eight years old, she is very aware of “the rules.” As an active child who would always rather be outside playing than inside doing anything else, she has heard this from me many times. I was sharing with Allie the highlights of my
“We have to eat his body?!? “ Allie turned to me with eyes open wide and a face of shock and surprise. She just turned eight, and she has been sitting in Mass hearing these words, “TAKE THIS ALL OF YOU, AND EAT OF IT, FOR THIS IS MY BODY, WHICH WILL BE GIVEN UP
My mom gave me many things. She gave me an unwavering confidence. She gave me joy in the face of disaster. She gave me a love for the silly. But one of the things I treasure the most is she instilled in me a love of words. I have very fond memories as a young
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About 15 months ago, I was hit by a tsunami. Swiftly and unexpectedly, most everything I had come to know in my life was gone. In a matter of a few days I lost my mom, my job (where I was a respected and successful director of a large sales team), my child’s school (that
Part 6 It was a Monday. It was a week ago that hospice called to say that Mom had passed. When the family gathered in her hospice room, I couldn’t help but feel that the role Mom played as the keeper of the family had been handed to me. Before she had passed, she had
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It was a Monday. Allie’s caterpillars had gone into full chrysalis mode. The once live, moving, growing creatures were now still. If one didn’t know better, you might think the caterpillars were dead. Their outer bodies had become a protective shell, while inside they were busy readying for their next phase of life. Last Monday
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Part 4 It was a Monday. Mom had her surgery last Monday. The surgery was supposed to take 4-6 hours. Dr. P said he would give us an update in about 2 hours. So we went to the cafeteria to get something to eat, thinking we had plenty of time. While eating my phone rang
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It was a Monday. Allison’s caterpillars were very large and fat now. We’ve had them for about a week and they have grown so much. We noticed that instead of just wandering around the bottom of the cup where the food is, they are starting to make their way to the top of the cup.
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It was a Monday. I was getting ready for work, when six-year-old Allison, after overhearing a conversation the night before, asked me a question. “Grandma, why is Grandma Bobbi scared?” (Those darn kiddos, they hear everything, even when you think they aren’t paying attention.) “She was scared, baby, because she couldn’t breathe. And when you
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