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Too many "Me Too"s

Unless you live under a rock, you've read/heard about the claims of sexual harassment and abuse of women by Harvey Weinstein. In an effort to shed a light on sexual harassment and abuse towards women, a movement has begun on Facebook with staggering amounts of people posting simply "Me Too".  First I want to recognize that this doesn't only happen to women, this type of assault and abuse happens to men as well.   It's astonishing to see the amount of people who've posted, also sickening and saddening. 
It's like so many other things, like cancer, Alzheimer's etc. You can be in a room with 100 s of strangers and probably 75% of them have had a similar experience. You just aren't aware because they are strangers.
I don't recall the exact date, but I do recall the day, and moment that repressed memories came flooding into my mind. I was in my mid-thirties,  on my long commute to my job downtown, and a rush or memories came barreling into my mind…

The Way We Were~

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Mem'ries light the corners of my mind Misty water-colored mem'ries of the way we were Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind Smiles we gave to one another for the way we were Can it be that it was all so simple then Or has time rewritten every line If we had the chance to do it all again, tell me, would we, could we Mem'ries may be beautiful and yet What's too painful to remember We simply choose to forget So it's the laughter we will remember Whenever we remember the way we were The way we were
You remember this song, right? There was also a movie with Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford. A love story. Well, I've had a love story of sorts with my mom all my life. That's how it should be between a mom and her daughter(s), right?  I am so blessed that's how it was with me. My mom is an incredible person, and even though Alzheimer's disease has stolen her memories from her, they are still etched in my mind and heart-most very clearly. The song talks about…

My fickle heart~

Even Miranda writes to the Tin Man, "If you ever felt one breaking, you'd never want a heart." My heart betrays me. So so much. I think I am fine, then just talking to someone else about their precious grandbaby(ies) brings me to tears. It's not because I am not happy for them, but it's because I AM happy for them! That they are getting to experience the greatest love I've ever known. 

People think the heart is just a muscle, but it's oh so much more. Even though it's such a powerful muscle, to be able to pump blood for our whole body to keep everything going, it's much much more. You often hear people say "Follow your heart", or "Listen to your heart" or "the heart wants what it wants." A former practicing psychologist Deborah Rozman wrote a very interesting article, saying "Yes, the human heart, in addition to its other functions, actually possesses a heart-brain composed of about 40,000 neurons that can sense, …

The Edge...

Sometimes it's really hard to know when you're about to go over the edge, Emotionally speaking.  Literally speaking, at least if you're in a raft, you have some warning.  But in our emotional lives sometimes a whole lot of little things build-up pressure in our lives and we don't even realize it, Until that 1 relatively minor thing pushes us over the edge. This happened to me the other night. Last week was incredibly stressful; dealing with the hurricane, whether or not to leave, what food by in case my power went out, throwing away all my food because my power did go out....I was so fortunate. No major damage to my home. But the stress was still there. Hiding underneath the surface.  I had to work last weekend and we were pretty busy because there a lot of people he had trips coming up, and now we have new hurricanes threatening the Caribbean and possibly the Eastern part of the United States, So part of my job is to try and keep them calm help them come up with a go…

What the Wizard of Oz taught me.

Last year about this time, I bought a used camera from a photography friend.  It was quite an upgrade from the camera that I had been using, and it was a great deal.  I thought I needed it to somehow improve my photography; maybe it would make my pictures more heartfelt or make people notice them more or make me a better photographer.  I don't do photograph for a living. I do it as a passion because I always said when it became like work it wouldn't be a passion anymore,  and it wouldn't be fun.I kept that camera for a whole year, and I forced myself to use it every chance I got.  On a recent trip to Hawaii I even ONLY took that camera because then I would only have that camera to use.....nothing to fall back on.   I never fell in love with that camera, not the way I loved the one I've been using for years. I had sort of a Dorothy/Wizard of Oz epiphany.  I realized I've had what I needed all the time; it's right here in my heart. You see, I don't want to be…

Returning the favor~

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This time last year my sister was fighting for her life in ICU. She'd developed (what her Dr's referred to as "The Perfect Storm-an unexplainable complete blockage of the iliac artery). No one could say why this occurred, they've even made her a case study for this. She had a TOTAL blockage due to a HUGE blood clot in her iliac artery from her ankle into her groin. Usually this happens due to a chronic condition, but hers happened within days of a 2 part back surgery. After it was determined they had saved her life, there was still concern about the health of her leg and tissue.

Kellie is active and helps so many people, she's an excellent caregiver, has a zest for life, loves to laugh, loves my girl like her own, has ALWAYS been there for me, and will always be if she can. She's a wonderful daughter, sister, mom, grandma, wife, friend, and warrior for God!  My sister Kellie has been the spiritual anchor for me since my mom has developed Alzheimer's and do…

Bits and Pieces

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Yes, it is 12:58am and I have a flight at 6am. But this just hit me. I am headed to see my sweet girl in paradise. She and her hubby are stationed in Hawaii. I could care less where they live, I just want to see them, but I am NOT complaining about having to fly to such a beautiful place!  I just want to be near her and soak her in. Smell her, hug her, listen to her laugh that deep belly laugh and see her smile in person!  As I was putting some things in the freezer tonight, I was reminded of the pictures below, and the feelings this time evoked.

When my grandson Harper was born, prematurely at 3.8lbs and critically ill, he couldn't nurse. So my daughter pumped. And pumped and pumped and pumped. We still had to fortify his feedings with more calories since they were trying to get his weight up. Haper moved to Heaven just over 19 months ago. Last month I did a huge purge of my freezer. I found containers of precious liquid gold breast milk that had been lovingly pumped for Harper, …