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Yesterday a fellow blogger (Tales of a 30 year Old Nothing) asked a question of herself and therefore readers like me – what does failure mean to you? This question ignited a conversation between Mr. MPB and I. As we were driving for a little while we had sometime to talk thought it. While I don’t want to speak on his behalf, I will paraphrase – he seemed to think that failure… Read More
Yesterday was Mother’s Day. My mom is dead, and has been for 18 years. My babies never made it. They never took their first breaths, instead they died much too soon. Mother’s day for me, is not a day to celebrate. It is a day to hide. A day to mourn what was, what could have been and what will never be. The first year after my mom died, when I was… Read More
My Perfect Breakdown 