Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Strictly Physical
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Tommy's cough was back, worse than before, poor baby. No preschool for him tomorrow; that meant one of us would have to stay home with him, give him nebulizer treatments every four hours. Probably take him back to the doctor. I hoped he wouldn't need another round of Prednisone. "I took off work last time," Tom…
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I settled into cubicle #14 to wait. In my bag I had two books, a spiral notebook with plenty of blank pages, the local newspaper, a bottle of water, some peanuts, walnuts, almonds and a granola bar. I have experience waiting… …I think the first time was soon after we were married; he broke his ankle…
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It's not a good idea to stay up late, late, late Sunday night working at the computer when you need to get up early, early, early Monday morning for work. So now you know how my Monday started…with bloodshot eyes and plenty of yawns and scrambling to be on time. When will I learn? I…
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"Oh, this is a 'young woman's cataract', not an 'old person's cataract'," my cute couldn't-be-out-of-his-thirties-probably-not-even-wearing-readers-yet optometrist told me during my routine eye exam yesterday, right after he dropped that "C" word on me. Not the worst "C" word, it's true, but it was still a shock. "I've never heard of a 'young woman's cataract'." "Well,…
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I've been packing a lot into my life lately, both by choice and necessity. I've been skimping on sleep at a time when I need to be getting more, stressing over finances, kids and property/neighbor issues. But there are times when skimping on sleep is exactly the right thing to do – especially if it's…
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It seems all of my life I've been comparing myself to other girls or women; specifically, comparing body parts. Back in 5th grade, I envied the way my friend Candy's long, thin legs fit into her jeans. My legs were short and my thighs were chunky – definitely not the look I wanted! Then Donna…
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Since I'm a good wife and mother, I subscribe to Men's Health Today emails. That way I can forward them to Tom and my boys, nagging virtually when I can't do it in person. Sometimes I read the articles, but often I don't have time, and that's what happened today. But the title and blurb…
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I didn't sleep much last night. My eyes popped open at 1am and Frankie was on my mind, of course. But I woke with the memory of his closed eyes and my own words… "There were no marks on Frankie. No blood." I remembered his time-stiffened body, the dogs greeting us on the porch……
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It started in my dream, the boom, boom, booming in my chest. Before the Dream Me could finish googling 'heart pounding' and 'anxiety attack', it shook me awake and I realized it was real, not a dream… my heart was actually pounding so hard, so fast and furiously, that it woke me from a sound sleep at 1AM.…
Long Hollow 