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Blog Memories of the Week
OK, this is a chicken, but that's all I have . . .
And here's an old riff on the traditional thanks-giving song:
Quote of the Week
When parents talk about having a child who is ill or struggling, nonparents often take the wrong message. They think, Thank God I was spared all that pain. If I can’t order up the precise specifications for my child, the condition in which he emerges, the choices he’ll make, if I can’t be assured that he’ll skirt the dangers that await him, maybe it’s better not to have children at all.
Those of us who know the airless terror of the 10 steps between the second you first glimpse your child’s surgeon through the glass doors and the moment he’s standing in front of you, delivering the verdict—we don’t think this way. Each time one of ours is ill or in pain, we think, Thank God I am here for him.
Source: Abigail Shrier, The Free Press
Posted: 2025 Oct 10Music of the Week
Our politics probably vary, but I expect that we all hope for the hostages to come home, for all the killing to stop, and for a better life for all people in the region.
Photo Memory of the Week
Category Archives: Feeling Clearly
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Posted in Feeling Clearly, Photos of Built Stuff, Photos of Fauna, Thinking Broadly
Tagged Birds, Bridges, Citizenship, Community
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Bunny in the Yard!
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Tagged Word Play
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The Terrible, Horrible
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Posted in Appreciating Deeply, Feeling Clearly, Photos of Built Stuff, Photos of Flora
Tagged Aging, Family, Flowers, Reflections
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