Not many people remember being three years old, but I do...vividly. When you are a young child, short, small and innocent, everything is bigger than life. My parents might have been very young and
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Memory
Don’t Touch It!
"Don't touch it and I will be right back," Mom said as she walked away from the ironing board.Being a seven year old who had watched her mother iron
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The Control Shift In The Pouring Rain
This evening at work, almost at once, everyone started texting, instant messaging and calling me on two different phones. I thought it must be the
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Mommy Taxi Contemplations
I don't consider it an interruption at all.
Since Alyssa was sick last week and missed so many days of school, she had to stay after today to make
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