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Pee sticks, betas, and symptoms. Quiz and Info about my BFP Cycle. The longer I was away, the more behind I got on all of your blogs.
Musings of a Reproductively Challenged Woman. Friday, September 13, 2013. What Child Free Means to Me. That is a child free website. The people who run it, Lance and Amy, are fantastic and supportive people. You can read my post here. I got some VERY negative comments on that post from some members of the child free community. Some were downright nasty and cruel. It was so bad that Lance and Amy wrote this follow-up post.
A look into the life of infertility struggles, sorrows, accomplishments and hope. Thursday, January 22, 2015. I am going to try to navigate myself through wordpress. Thursday, December 18, 2014.
Sunday, August 9, 2015. I blame Brooke Brown of Teaching Outside the Box. With back to school upon us, all I can think about are the universal truths that we all face. How better to capture the human experience than with a meme! Here are some funnies to help you keep your sanity during the most magical time of year, BACK TO SCHOOL! Aca-believe it.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011. As a child I loved sports, popcorn and my dog. I wrote poems about balloons and protested the war. Friday, July 22, 2011.
The often sarcastic but sometimes serious thoughts of an idealistic college student. Tuesday, June 11, 2013. I wonder if this is how she feels about. Also, they tend to border on the flamboyant, and cheap, rather and authentic and beautiful.
Scripture Texts for My Journey of Life and Faith. Sunday, December 20, 2009. From the Book of the Prophet Micah. From the Letter to the Hebrews. For at the moment the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the infant in my womb leaped for joy. Blessed are you who believed that what was spoken to you by the Lord would be fulfilled. Miami, Florida - USA. Sunday, December 13, 2009. From the Book of the Prophet Zephaniah.
Felt a bit inspired this afternoon, and sat down to pen this. Enjoy! Whirling, twirling, all along the street. Dainty dance on tippy-toe, ballerina feet. Mini-painted canvases, drifting through the skies. Seasons come and seasons go, you come but once a year. And grace us with your presence; a smile, a glow of cheer. You beckon, Lean in close, rejoice in my beauty,.