Tag: love
group name: thefamilydiner
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April 21, 2006 05:03 PM EDT --
Gene has a special grin that he reserves for when he is scooped up and carried some place. I call it his Prince of the World grin. Gene has Down Syndrome and Autism but he can walk. He can actually walk . . . more
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April 06, 2006 08:21 AM EDT --
It's funny what an effect those words can have on you. I expect them from my daughters and my mom. It is understood. They had better miss me, or else!
I have never been one to cultivate many friendships, . . . more
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April 21, 2006 06:54 PM EDT --
I Wonder
Another sleepless night has fallen upon my restless soul. I listen to the rumbling of distant thunder amidst the silence I sit in. I wait for my mesmeric Anna to come home at her 2am curfew . . . more
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March 09, 2006 08:57 AM EST --
I know this site is primarily for prose, poetry , and images. But this morning what I have are lyrics. George's story of the road guitar gave me the impetus to get out and check out a local . . . more
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November 27, 2006 12:02 PM EST --
Last Christmas I walked outside to wish my next-door neighbor a loving holiday. I saw him out my living room window standing beneath the twisted pine. Don leaned on the curb as if some invisible force . . . more
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April 18, 2006 11:25 PM EDT --
I was reading another Gather posting by a nice young man named Joshua. In one of his comments he made reference to being open to anyone's single daughter. He seems like a nice enough guy, but rather . . . more
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February 22, 2006 09:10 PM EST --
My marriage is like a movie, without the musical score, the soft age-reducing lighting, or a personal makeup artist. . . . more
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January 18, 2006 02:06 AM EST --
My husband of 20 years talks about getting a divorce.
This is not a new theme, but one that has recurred every few years. It is also something I don't take all that seriously, because he is not a . . . more
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April 04, 2006 12:18 AM EDT --
She was 14 when the Nazis came in the middle of the night to take her father and hang him in the street. Decades later, she saw a photo of him in a book about the occupation.
* . . . more
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May 14, 2006 08:37 AM EDT --
From the time I was a toddler I assumed that like any woman, I would one day bear children and become a mother. It was a given in the early 1950's when the women's movement was just gearing up . . . more
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March 26, 2006 07:04 PM EST --
"It's okay, it's only racing."
My dog hears that a lot. He worries about me. He's in tune to every gasp, every moan, every "tsk" that escapes my lips. I try to be kind . . . more
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February 03, 2007 09:06 AM EST --
My youngest son, 9, turns 10 in a few days. He woke me an hour ago.
"I can't sleep."
He tossed his art supplies on the bed and crawled in after them. Graphite pencils, rubber eraser, . . . more
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April 05, 2006 07:35 AM EDT --
It is always important to make a good first impression, right? Just last week before I hopped in the car to head to the airport and meet the man I hoped would fall head over heels for me, our corporate . . . more
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June 13, 2006 12:26 AM EDT --
When I was growing up, my father and I didn't see eye to eye. Maybe it was because of my distrust for men. Maybe it was because, even at a tender age, I didn't want to be controlled by anyone and . . . more
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June 16, 2006 06:59 AM EDT --
It's almost 7:30 AM, and I've been up only an hour. I've been hitting the hay early and rising late. Seriously early, like 6:30 or 7 PM I've been getting to bed as I cannot keep my eyes . . . more
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March 14, 2006 11:14 PM EST --
They say that Cat's have much smaller heads than dogs, but what matters is what's between the ears. I don't know. For such sophisticated creatures, I find my pride of housecats very easy to . . . more
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April 12, 2006 01:51 AM EDT --
"Hi, Mom!" - Fiftyworder
Phone rings.
"Hello."
"Hi, Mom!"
"Hi, Handsome! How's school?"
"Fine. Just thought I would call and say hey."
"What's . . . more
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March 04, 2006 12:01 AM EST --
Dear God.
Yes, Its me. Yeah, yeah I know - I'm not a team player but I was born with an affliction to being yelled at by sweaty men in pulpits as well as peeling the backs of my . . . more
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February 28, 2006 10:30 PM EST --
Today on the drive home from work I stopped at Sam's Club for some bread, Kleenex and Sprite. $93.89 later, I got into my car headed for home.
Following the arrows painted on the blacktop . . . more
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June 07, 2006 12:34 AM EDT --
There's so much to say, so little we've said.
We do not talk, you and I. There's that hush, that chill that surrounds the air we breathe; it used to be different, long ago.
I could start . . . more
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