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My Story/My Son
8/10/2012 Diana Ray Last month, I finished a memoir that has taken me 4.5 years to write. At times I didn’t think I would finish, and for long periods I put the project down. But it is only so long...
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Diary Of A Serious Dip
Mon. 8/31/12 I am at a low, feeling over-burdened, sad, at a loss. If this is my gift; to raise 2-special needs boys (I’ve barely mentioned my younger child , shame on me!), to work full time for much...
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Pondering Simplicity
A few weeks ago, I was reading email as I waited in the waiting room, while my son Louis saw his therapist. Typically Louis goes in without me, but it had been a pretty upsetting car ride over, and if...
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My Story/My Other Son
Aiden was born in the fall of 2006. It was morphing into winter really, with cold grey days and freezing nights, but technically it was still fall. His pregnancy was highly desired; it took so long...
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Foundations and Rituals in the aftermath of Connecticut
Today I went to a yoga class, that focused solely on the 4 corners of the hands and feet. The beginning was slower than I was accustomed, with much attention given to what the teacher called “the...
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A Story To Tell
It’s been a rough couple of weeks. That last post left me raw and weeping, like a finger with so much skin peeled away, there is only one tiny layer left between it, and the gush of blood (see my …...
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In The Muck
Warning: if you are the kind of person who does not enjoy listening to other people kvetch (Yiddish for complain), then this blog post is not for you. Because that is what I plan to do: complain,...
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The Garden That Grew From Within Part III
It looks like we are buying a new, bigger house! It has been a long and stressful process that is almost over, with every bump in the road rearing its ugly head along the way. I am sooo excited! Our...
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Ode to Oliver (& Company)
I wrote this piece in my early 20’s, about my childhood experience of owning and giving away many beloved dogs. The picture I am referring to was sent to me by my mother, while at sleep away camp for 8...
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One Year Later…
One Year Later…. I began this blog one year ago, as a means of promoting myself as a writer. Over the course of 4 years, I wrote a memoir about my family of origin, something that was both liberating...
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Sacred Prayer I.
This was an affirmation I said almost daily for many years. I wrote it sometime in 2005/6, when Louis and Aiden were babies and life was terribly difficult. It was my mantra, and the thing that kept me...
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Last Night
Last night my older son Louis had a meltdown. If you’ve been following this blog, you know what that means: screaming, physical aggression, destruction of property. It’s been happening a lot lately,...
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Magical Help Wanted
Last night I performed a spell over my boys. They argue and fight terribly. It is a never-ending battle between them, with every weapon imaginable used (words, bodies, objects). My older son (who is...
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Desires and Hopes
One of the biggest challenges I face presently is balancing the needs of each of my children, alongside my husband, my job, my blog and my sanity. I feel a bit fearful when I think about it, as I feel...
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More Thoughts on Healing
Tonight I cooked shredded zucchini for dinner. I browned the zucchini in piping hot olive oil and seasoned it with delectable herbs. Soon a heavenly aroma filled the air. Over high heat the shredded...
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I Wish
I wrote this poem more than a year ago. Parts of this poem are no longer true for me. Parts still are. Felt good to work on it again and re-publish :) I wish I didn’t feel like shit. … Continue...
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A Day At The Beach
I wrote this poem 4 years ago, during a very difficult time. Today felt okay. Sitting at the beach reading a book, (a book about someone else’s problems for a change) on this balmy, warm January day,...
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