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Monday, May 12, 2008

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In Bed With Dying Patient by interleukin Sometimes, a family member's behavior is so clouded by the grief and shock of a loss that we must be courageous enough to practice outside the box. My patient had been ejected from his car after hitting black ice. His prognosis for any recovery was a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 11, 2008

A Poem to My Children

Forever and for always I love you, my deers. In every possible way I can imagine. You are so precious to me, and I am so happy to be your mother. From your conceptions, pregnancies and births, We welcomed you to our world! That world was yours to flourish in, to develope into the awesome people you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 8, 2008

Premarital Consequence: A Funny Story

P RACTICING FOR THEIR HONEYMOON by Jan Harold Brunvand When a minister tells you a story, you ought to believe it, right? M.H. for Fort Wayne, Ind., has her doubts. She finds it hard to believe this racy story, even though it was told as truth by a local minister. A young couple, engaged to be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 12, 2008

Angel in Black and White

The flashing lights from the police car were a welcomed sight, since I was lost in a town strange to me and with only minutes to get to my daughter's Hockey Tournament. It had been years since I had driven in snow and it was my first time searching for the Olympic Rink in Provo. It was 4:30 AM and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 17, 2008

Passing By

Two small birds kiss way up high, Swired up into the sky. How can they come back down, Without crashing to the ground? Together they take off and soar, Hovering too long can be a boar. What to do if they sinned? Is forgiveness given by the Wind? Together they dance all alone, Can true love ever be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 15, 2008

To My Children

Forever and for always I love you, my deers. In every possible way I can imagine. You are so precious to me, and I am so happy to be your mother. From your conceptions, pregnancies and births, We welcomed you to our world! That world was yours to flourish in, to develope into the awesome people you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 17, 2008

Donut Man

It was a warm summer's night at the Desert Aire Motel. It was anything but quiet, for this three year old night owl. I was so mad. They had left without me again, this time probably for hot chocolate, because I had heard Poppy say something about that, as he held the door for Mommy. I listened to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 15, 2008

Roses for You

Hello my friend and fellow reader, Between postings we do teater. May what we think, shall we say, Be sweet, complete in every way! Blogit Family, you I treasure hearing from you, in art and leasure. All of you guys and gals, are more than just friends... you are like a magnafying lens. M y writing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The Spoon

I smile at this this image is a whimsical me funny comical lighthearted concave almost and reflection elongated bright I see in you, with hope upright and my optimism and not so convolute flip the tight, your answers spoon over, my reflection and all. unrec vex o Con g n i z a b l e I yearn spoon... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 3, 2008

Premarital Consequence: A Funny Story

P RACTICING FOR THEIR HONEYMOON by Jan Harold Brunvand When a minister tells you a story, you ought to believe it, right? M.H. for Fort Wayne, Ind., has her doubts. She finds it hard to believe this racy story, even though it was told as truth by a local minister. A young couple, engaged to be... Sign in to see full entry.

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