Oh my! That first story just sounds so horrible. How would I handle the situation if it were me and my wife? I don't know. The situation sounded just so dire. If I were dealing with it... I don't know... I would be just so hard.
and so it seems every time i pick up a paper or flip on the tv, i'm whacked in the face with some sort of sadness. and the hurt sticks insides me like a painful splinter that is too small to see, but causes a limp. breath in breath out...i tell myself again and again. be present for satch and send good thoughts to those in pain. it's all i can do.
Errant mother, delinquent wife, reluctant dog walker, expert laundress, and stationmaster of the full catastrophe. Author of "Momma Zen: Walking the Crooked Path of Motherhood" and the forthcoming "Hand Wash Cold: Care Instructions for An Ordinary Life."
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Oh my! That first story just sounds so horrible. How would I handle the situation if it were me and my wife? I don't know. The situation sounded just so dire. If I were dealing with it... I don't know... I would be just so hard.
Very very sad.
On the third item: My boys never would wear bibs, so they've always just eaten naked. I guess they're the smart ones.
and so it seems every time i pick up a paper or flip on the tv, i'm whacked in the face with some sort of sadness. and the hurt sticks insides me like a painful splinter that is too small to see, but causes a limp. breath in breath out...i tell myself again and again. be present for satch and send good thoughts to those in pain. it's all i can do.
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