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From My Mother’s Journal, July 6, 1984

I’m terrible at winking. I look kind of spastic, like there is something wrong with my eye, a twitch or something. Now I know that I have my Aunt Leslie to blame… (Also, Bo was a black poodle we had. Not the prissy kind. The fun, lovable, tear-up-your-curtains-when-you’re-gone kind.) July 6, 1984 (a little over [...]

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From My Mother’s Journal

(added to the top of one page, in black ink) Born 5-2-83; stayed in the hospital 1 week. Was delivered by Caesarean. Had jaundice after 5 days. We brought you home on Mother’s Day! Granny stayed a week w/us. Aggie came for 3 days after you were 3 wks.

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From My Mother’s Journal, October 15, 1983

(five months) Crawled one  step or whatever.

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What I’d Rather Not Think About

Yeah, and there are other things that are harder to talk about than good days and waffle toppings. Like, how the older I get the more terrified I become of losing my parents, and how more inevitable it seems. I am not coping well with their aging, with the knowledge that one day, assuming we [...]

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From My Mother’s Journal, July 1988

(five years old) Lots of changes in our lives all at once. Your Dad got a new job at McDonnell Douglas, we are moving a short distance away, 4310 Abbott Ave., the car is having lots of problems, the family room flooded again (in house on Edgewood), just to name a few things. You are [...]

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