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Journalists see the worst of life. They witness the aftermath of horrific car crashes, talk to family members of fallen soldiers and report on the death of children. While on assignment and speaking with sources, a journalist’s job is to... Continue »
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I think this is one of those rare things that can be equally enjoyed by those who have context, and those who don't. Continue »
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when i first met you i thought you were majorly hot. i loved your smile and your eyes, and how laid back you were. as time went on i loved you for a million more reasons, and i always thought... Continue »
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Though I've recently seen Jonathan quite a lot, he and I haven't been on stage together since 2001, when I was in a very different emotional place, struggling like crazy to figure out how to handle my post-Star Trek life, while I was also struggling to just survive as a working actor. I wrote about that con in Just A Geek. This is from Chapter 7, which is subtitled "a sort of homecoming" Continue »
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Blog: MommyCoddle
Hello. I'm still here. Blogging has been taking a back seat to life these days. The weather. The Laundry. A year-end homeschooling review. New friends. Rearranging and decorating. Dishes. Four little girls. Those are the things that have been calling to me and keeping me away. But I've also been thinking about blogging a lot lately, as well. Thinking about what it means to me. What I want it to be. What has changed. I've been a little nostalgic for... Continue »
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Blog: IslandRoar
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When First-Born Son was four, the director of his nursery school accused me of not pushing him enough. I'd always considered her a fairly even-keeled, decent person, which made her attack on me and my son all the more appalling.... Continue »
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As a kid I dreaded Mother's Day. My own mother, for reasons unknown to me or anyone else as far as I can gather, did not do well with Mother's Day. Thus, there was this whole elaborate tap dance performed... Continue »
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Blog: IslandRoar
I was very pregnant with Daughter#2, supposedly on bed rest but bored out of my mind. I decided to sit on the front steps and wait for my neighbor, who was doing me the favor of walking First-Born Son to... Continue »
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As Spring has blown in with a puff of yellow pollen, and the sun is shining down upon the blooming flowers and trees, women everywhere have shed their woolly socks, have shaved their woolly legs, and have begun the seasonal rite of wearing flip flops. With the donning of flip... Continue »
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It wasn’t until I was early pregnant that I first started to hear the voice. It was less than a whisper. Inaudible, really. Just a slight hiss when the issue of drinking caffeine or taking prenatal vitamins came into conversation. One of those things I did, and the other I didn’t. And not the right ones. As my ankles swelled and my belly expanded, I was more aware that it was an actual voice, ringing in my own ears. It was hard to make out what she was saying over the volume of the speaker at the drive-thru window. By... Continue »
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Looking for a way to give your blog a new look? A well-designed font can help give your blog personality, and help it stand out in the crowd. We've partnered with Typekit, a great new... Continue »
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Blog: IslandRoar
My first night on pediatrics, a 19 year-old boy coded and died. Unexpectedly and out of the blue. I'd been a med/surg RN for a year, and because of this experience, I was transferred to Nights on peds after only... Continue »
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(ohmygosh, look at those baby toesies! I could just eat them up! photo by D Sharon Pruitt.) In the comments on Monday's post, both Lauren and Jen mentioned that their families are about to add a plus one. I remember... Continue »
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Hearing about the amazing ways blogging has changed people's lives is one of the best things about working on TypePad. Incredible stories of breakthrough, success, connections, new friends, discoveries and much more. One story I... Continue »