She’s graduating high school. She’s done. It’s arrived. And you couldn’t be more proud and you couldn’t be more emotional and you couldn’t be more shocked that your little baby girl is wearing a cap and gown. My baby. My …
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Susan McMartin
Right now we can choose to look at what’s happening in a variety of ways. I choose to look at it the way I look at most things. Everything is happening exactly as it’s meant to and it’s how we …
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If you don’t laugh about it, you’ll shoot yourself. Depression is real. It’s sneaky. It’s heartless. It’s a liar, a thief, a con artist. If you’ve never experienced it you truly can’t understand how saying to someone who’s in it, …
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So, in light of the impeachment hearings and the amount of times I’ve had to resist tossing something at the television as I watch the GOP desperately try to coverup what we all can see with our own eyes… I …
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Ten years ago I was unemployed, broke, almost homeless, holding the ankles of a man who didn’t love me, burying my dog who was killed before my eyes by another dog, and dragging used clothing around town to put food …
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How can it be? How is it possible? My baby, my daughter, my girl. She is 18 years old. A young adult. A strong, wise, beautiful, kind, witty, curious, creative, loyal, honest, graceful, self respecting young woman. I’m so proud. …
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Hello, I’m calling to check on patient 19-3724. I brought him in yesterday and just wanted an update on how he was doing… I hadn’t stopped thinking about this sweet bird since I met him and dropped him at the …
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Plans. We make them. We have lists, calendars, agendas, schedules. Plans. And for me, Sunday was chalk full of them. After coffee and CBS Sunday Morning where I get my dose of tears and inspiration from at least one story, …
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I dropped the ball. There was a time writing my weekly column was as routine in my life as making the bed, brushing my teeth, breathing. There was a time this column was the only creative outlet I had. The …
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Seventeen years old. My daughter. My girl. My peanut, bunny rabbit, boo boo nut, love bug, bunsy, baby girl. She sings, she writes, she laughs, she dances, she thinks, she cries, she reads, she dreams, she worries, she wishes, she …
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