Loving my brother has been both the hardest and easiest thing I’ve ever done. Today he told me a shop owner shot him in the face with a BB gun. He’d over slept and was still there when the shop opened, but instead of telling my brother to move, he just shot him.
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It’s The Little Things – Postcard No. 7
The flight was horrendous. Not because of turbulence or difficult passengers. It was horrendous because my youngest child suffers from severe motion sickness. Over the 18 hours we were in the air, he threw up no less than 12 times.
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On The Power of Stories & Remembering Mom
It used to be a sad affair, a time to reflect on what would never be again. But now, 13 years deep, “Gnome Day” as it’s known in our home, is a day to share stories with my kids so that, while they’ve never met their nana Liz, they can know her in some small way.
