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I wrote and shared another version of this post one year ago today. At some point since then, I found my notes from a session with an old therapist (who moved out of state a few years ago). I discovered that processing “missed potential,” and not “missed opportunity,” were the actual words she used to […]

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Getting Abby to school this morning, more so her gym shoes, was a comedy of errors. I was half way home from dropping her off when she called to say she forgot them. I thought she said she left them in the car, since she was wearing her snow boots. However, when I was half […]

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Wednesday, 1-24-96 12:02 AM London 6:02 PM E-Town & Chambana (1-23-96) Well, it was a rainy day in London & after a long night of insomnia… I ended up sleeping until about 10 AM & then going to Bloomsbury early for a swim at ULU! It was very refreshing — 36 laps! Class — British […]

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I was angry, really angry. And sad. It had been a long and exhausting day. As a WAHM/SAHM, I was able to watch much of the coverage on TV, and thus had been engrossed with what was happening all day. It was triggering for me, as it was for so many women. Me too. I’d […]

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Dear Abigail Grace, What to say to you… It’s September 17th again! Your 9th Birthday! How exciting is that?! You’ve been asking for days what time you could wake up this morning, since you wanted to get the celebration going as early as possible… In part because you wanted to be sure there would be […]

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Seriously?! How is it possible that you are now eight? I can still remember getting settled into our pre-op room at Christ Hospital, before the c-section to deliver you. I recall how many times I repeated our doctor’s mantra for us, “September 17th is going to be a happy day!” I was afraid to believe […]

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