When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even…
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~Baby Blues~ ~8 of 8~ Sat, 07 Mar 2009 10:59:00 +0000julielylescarr

She’s one of my favorite outlaws. You know, family outlaws. Those people that you are related to kinda, sorta. Because people they are blood-related to are married to people you are blood-related to. And so then you’re sorta kinda related. Did you follow all that? So, where was I before I started taking you through the winding bends and turns…
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I have a happy place. ….In my head. You should see it. The walls are painted a soft buttery yellow. There are light wood cabinets with generous counter tops. Several rolls of butcher paper are anchored conveniently adjacent to a low work table stocked with crayons, markers and other art supplies. There are framed pieces of my children’s artwork cleverly…
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From the moment he was born, we knew 8 of 8 looked uncannily like his PaPa. And with each passing stage of development we see it more and more. Of course, the grandparents, aunts, uncles and I love to play this game, the game of “Who Do the Children Look Like?” M just shakes his head at us as we…
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