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For the Mothers Who Never Bore Children


For my friends who are not mothers of children. For my daughters who have their own choice to make (ignore your Mom who keeps saying ‘someday I’ll have grandchildren’). For all women everywhere. Amen Jean Amen.

Jean Gendreau, Writer

She shines for the world—full woman, full strength—whether or not egg and sperm ever joined in her womb. In scrubs, she bends to move a patient from wheelchair to bed; in uniform, she fights for people of all colors; in judge’s robes, she draws the line between right and wrong.   As a therapist, she leans toward the weeping client; as a teacher, she tutors the sulky student.

Woman’s ancient strength—her intuition, her power—flows undiluted to her friends and her work. These women are in no way wrong or unnatural. Instead, their freedom from babies means that the young woman’s energy and older woman’s skill radiates out in powerful beams to reach dark and hidden places. These are the aunts, mentors and neighbors who make time for the lonely and the weak. We’ve known them forever as healers, maiden aunts, shamans, nuns, and craftswomen mixing up colors we never imagined.

Truth:…

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The separation between church and state is razor-thin, but cuts from the church are so much more painful.


This blog deserves to be shared. Read, listen and learn my friends. Let love in, let it live in you, and share it. Kindness matters.

Margaret and Helen

Margaret, think nothing of it, dear. This place is as much your place as it is mine. Matthew says he can post the letter from your nephew here. I have no idea how many people will read it, but I think it is a beautiful letter and should be shared. Harold and I had many disagreements about the Catholic Church, but even he would have been upset by this.

In a world where politics can divide us so sharply into two colors, one would hope the church could paint a lovely canvas of how we should be. Sadly, the separation between church and state is razor-thin, andcuts from the church are so painful.

I mean it. Really.

The following is a letter written by Margaret’s nephew. I have removed the names to spare the bride any embarrassment. ~ Matthew

Dear Father _____,

My name is ______. I am a member…

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What I’ll Say to my Children if I’m Diagnosed With Alzheimer’s


I did NOT write the following, but it made me think…I used to be one of the people that wished a loved one would die in his sleep.  This blog has given me new perspective.  What she writes is completely true…the experience does bring us closer to God.  With every experience there is a reason.  Sometimes it’s hard to see what that reason is, but we need to trust God.

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I was skimming some other dementia blogs lately and a reader had written in saying, that though she felt guilty about it, she wished her mother would die in her sleep and not have to continue livin…

Source: What I’ll Say to my Children if I’m Diagnosed With Alzheimer’s

Brainiac Nerd vs. Fashion Geek


It’s official.

The difference between my husband and me is described in the title of this blog.

We’re sitting here watching an episode of Nova on Public Television, which is explaining how Aristotle thought that the weight of an item determined how fast the item will fall.

As we watch the feather and the bowling ball are dropped at the same time with, of course, the ball hitting the ground far before the feather, I blurt out…

‘I love his green turquoise ring!’

I started to laugh at myself as Tim is intensely watching this show…

And I’m commenting on the man’s jewelry.

I am Penny to his Leonard.

Patty to his Tim.

And I like it that way.

Thank God he does too!

Have a good night!

Patty O

PS…Aristotle was wrong.  Galileo’s theory of gravity is that things fall at the same rate if you take air resistance away…things fall relative to the square of the time.  Tim’s words…not mine.  Surprised?  I didn’t think so…LOL

Pss…Image courtesy of etsy

Do Yew Know Responsabiwity?


Our favorite two little girls came over for a visit today.

Their Mom and Dad were busy running the Wolf Track Classic Dogsled Race here in Ely.  It’s a mere 60 miles which I’m sure there dogs thought was a walk in the park.

It’s amazing to watch these dogs and their excitement as they pull up to the starting line.

Seriously.

Those dogs are hopping, jumping, barking, and croaking!  (OK, hahaha, I had to throw the croaking in there because one of their dogs is named Frog and he literally sounds like one!)  Here’s the YouTube video link: Read more

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