Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
It used to be that February was the disaster month. Everything bad in my family happened in February. My Patient Husband’s experience was different: bad things happened in October. Emily Rose was diagnosed with anencephaly on February 28th, 2000, and…
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Kiddo#1 announced with great pride that he would eat seven tacos for dinner. I replied that gluttony is not a virtue. He replied with, “Forgive me, Father, for I have committed fifty-eight units of gluttony.” I started to laugh, and…
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Karen asked if any of us old folks out here had any memories of our teens, and if our teenage years worked out to be the way we thought they would at the time. I tried to reply on her…
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I just realized, I totally forgot yesterday was July 1st. 🙁 July 1st was, apparently, the anniversary of when my guardian got assigned. (I managed to derive that information based on this story, for those who are new to the…
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Last night at Casa Philangelus was the night of the mixed-up music. First my husband told me about a commercial he’d heard for a local college team’s football. He found their theme song strangely familiar, but he couldn’t place it…
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It’s just a thought here. But sometimes Kiddo#4 looks up at me and stares right into my eyes. It’s more than eye contact. It’s as if he’s drinking me in, sustaining himself by looking at me so he knows it’s…
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