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Mary’s Blog

Mary’s Blog2024-06-10T18:21:47-07:00

Not Yet

As your independence from me looms like the dark before the dawn, I can't help but reflect on the exciting journey before you, and my new role as your Mom.Thinking of your Graduation, as you make decisions for your future - as you pack to leave home and study, I [...]

Speaking of…’Ya Know…

The Legacy of Political Correctness Do I believe in anything? Do I stand for something (or sit for something at my computer for that matter)? Do you? Do you say it with authority, or dance around it like a school teacher discussing Spring rather than Easter, or Winter Break rather [...]

My Twin Towers

MommyLoves Memories. The memory of my 38th birthday on September 3, 2001. The memory of breaking both my legs on September 5, 2001. The memory of getting these two casts, that, tower-like held me up whenever I wished to stand. The memory of waking up to the contractors building a [...]

Do You Have Any Ideas?

If you have ever practiced yoga, you know that in the beginning, it hurts. You can't believe how sore you are from just stretching, but if you keep it up, you become more flexible the next time you dress in pajamas and take out your mat. No, this isn't about [...]

Mother Theresa Was Very Selfish

You may argue that I have it backwards, but I don't think so. We are all motivated by feelings.  The Sales Person who sells shipping boxes feels just as much of a high when he makes a big sale as the one who sells Ferrari's.  The high of the sale [...]

Love and Omelets

"What do you want for your first breakfast from your wife?" she asked sweetly. "Ham and cheese omelet, please, Mrs. Halver," he replied softly with a kiss to her cheek. "Oh . . . I don't know how to make an omelet," she said, both cheeks turning pink now. "Then, [...]

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