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Protect me from knowing what I don’t need to know. Protect me from even knowing that there are things to know that I don’t know. Protect me from knowing that I decided not to know about the things that I decided not to know about. Amen. ~Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless Lord, lord, lord. Protect…
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Mom lay quietly in her bed these days, her last stroke destroyed half of her brain, her ability to move on her own, and her ability to communicate with more than a few one syllable words. She is waiting. When I visit her I sorrow. Her tiny body is weak, her face still beautiful. Half…
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We are not sure if we are mourning the ending of summer or reveling in the beginning of Autumn. Tilly loves the heat and sun, while JT loves cool breezes and chilly nights. Maybe what is happening is that we are hoping for the compromise of Fall, sunny afternoons, yet bright colored trees, cool breezes,…
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Some of us have a narrow perspective of normal, our need for control and understanding might place our view of normal into a little box, and when we meet people who do not fit into our defined box, our instincts kick in, we don’t approve of what we see. We do not like different. The…
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Question for the day. Who are you? What is your definition of yourself? Hmmm. are you possible to define? So often, others views define us.. Looking in the mirror we find that the eyes looking back out at us are not the eyes we expect, the face looking at us, though familiar may have shadows…
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Tilly Evan Jones 