Daily Archives: September 7, 2014

Normal rules don’t apply

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“I’d kill the bastard, if it was one of my kids.” I’ve heard that so many times over the past few years since my son was stabbed through the brain. I can understand it; that is precisely what I would … Continue reading →

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Gloop and purple porridge

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“Can we just stand by the door a bit longer?” His voice is pained, almost desperate. My son is obviously in some discomfort. I burst out laughing. “At least when I belch it isn’t going ‘gloop’ now.” This is progress, … Continue reading →

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So, You Used To Be A Dancer?: Life Lessons from Dancing

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Originally posted on Sirena Tales:
“I can tell you used to be a dancer,” the well-meaning, sixtyish woman confided to me as we left the dance fitness class.  “I could see by the way you moved in class that you…

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Notes from a small dog XLIV

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I’m bored. Really bored. It’s raining outside and she’s shut the door. I haven’t been allowed outside for almost an hour! Can you believe that? Personally, I think someone should call the RSPCA… I’m sure it constitutes Cruelty to Anis … Continue reading →

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