I GOT FLOWERS TODAY
and it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day. Last night, he beat me up again. And it was much worse than all the other times. If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of my kids? What about money? I'm afraid of him ...I’m Sorry Mom! A Mother’s Day Poem
Mother's Day Poetry,. I'm Sorry Mom! I'm sorry for the troubles And the worries I brought you. I'm sorry for my mistakes, I didn't mean to make you blue. When I was young and growing up, Living in your home for so long, ... Entry for August 31, 2008/IT'S NOT FAIR!
I'm sorry, I got off track again! So, when I left you so abruptly and rudly in May and I promise I was completly unaware of what my last blog entry was having been lied to by an alter who shall remain nameless that it had been updated ... The summer months were filled with fun times with our families ...
We went to Sunday brunch at Restaurant Gundel, which had been recommended to us by our pal Mike. A perfect choice. And a delightful sunny day. Appropriately enough, it was (American) Mothers Day. ... Starhawk's RNC post 7: Dancing with Delegates
I put my head next to hers, and she says, “I’m sorry that this is the image you’re getting of our town. It’s really a very nice place to live.” She seems very brave, alone in her wheelchair, so vulnerable, but with undaunted curiosity. ... catching up...
Yesterday was the official publication of Patti Digh's book, Life Is A Verb. I hope you'll mark your calendars for next Tuesday, September 9, when I'm part of Patti's blog book tour. (And, ps, a couple of my poems are in it. ... Comment on Monday Morning With Merton: Wordless by Everybody said:
A “resting in Him” or perhaps if we’re doin’ it right, His resting in us as well, because why else would the Desert Fathers and Mothers take off for lie (and perhaps even the Apostles and some on the hillsides wanted a way for Him to ... First day in prison: Perspective
Right now, there are mothers, girlfriends and wives that would never think twice about reading my foolish blogs, and might see me as a con man trying to get you to send me stuff. But for some of those people, life will bring some very ... Guest writing for "Are you there, god? It's me, medusa" blogolympics
I am very sorry to this day that there was no one and nothing in my practice to facilitate more ritual with the body of my son when he died. I did not hold him. We did not get his hand prints. We didn't bathe him. ... In Serial Novel - Chapter 13 of Towards the Eastern Horizon By ...
Roopak gently touched her shoulder and said, “I’m so sorry, auntie. I can’t.” “Why? You don’t like her?” once again her eyes brimmed over with tears. “I do. But I don’t love her,” replied Roopak. “Love… I sometimes wonder what you kids ...
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