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So Much More than a House

It is the house that holds the memories of my young motherhood and my aging self--the memories that will accompany me for the rest of my days.
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Old Photos

The initial excitement I felt in viewing the miscellaneous and colorfully frozen moments has now been replaced by an extraordinary melancholy.
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Private Journals and a Decision

I sit among the piles of journals that reveal snippets of my past, often times reflecting a younger wife, daughter, or mother in turmoil over decisions I had to make.
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A Poignant Conversation

Today, the older version of myself (the grandmother), patiently and loving talks to the young mother I once was.

The Power of Words

At an early age, I learned that what was said was not always what was meant, and this became my first lesson in the power of words.
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Endings and Beginnings

It is inconceivable that along with my office, I am now facing the dismantling of a role that has joyfully defined me for decades.
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The Time of My Life

How is it possible that time can morph and change course, stand still, yet engulf our lives while, at times, yet also seem to disappear altogether?
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Adjusting My Priorities Along the Way

My mental Rolodex of priority decisions has been so helpful to me, as it has enabled me to calibrate what I really want to do, not what I should do.
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Life Cycles—Pivotal Moments That Enhance Our Lives

Life cycles consist of births, deaths, and all the milestones in between, but I also wonder, too, about the often small, pivotal moments—the highlights—of these cycles.
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A Gift to Myself: Forgiveness

Gratefully, I do not hold grudges. One might attribute this to good fortune, or to my father’s genetics, but actually it is a result of committed and conscious work.
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An Occasional Longing, but No Regrets

Quite a while ago I decided that regret was a useless emotion and vowed to never give into its beckoning allure of unfulfilled longing and disappointment wrapped in self-pity.
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Gratefuls

My daily Grateful Lists help me to return to the essential, to what is most important in the infusion of my joy despite my troubles.
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Rewriting an Old Tape

The substance of my old tapes used to engulf and define me: "I am not a good enough mother; daughter; professor; I’m not smart enough."
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Writing Has Given me a Window to my Soul

Writing has been my passion since I was young enough to make the connection between pen and paper—long before computers and keyboards. When I write, I am transformed.
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The Main Thing is She is Nice

Invariably the woman would glance in my direction and say, “Your daughter is very pretty," to which my mother would respond: "The main thing is she is nice."
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Good Enough

Motherhood insecurities
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My Replacement Child Legacy

If Jeffery had lived, you wouldn’t have been born. Mother’s declaration punctuated my childhood as I came to understand my unique position in our family as the replacement child.