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Making a difference

I struggle with what to say here when so many people I know are facing serious life issues. All at once, the belly-button gazing that was at one time so fun (and then became therapeutic) all seems silly now.

Cancer, mental illness, death, divorce, grief...if you're lucky only one of these will grab you by the hair and throw you down on the ground and stomp all over you at a time. And, if you're really unlucky, more than one (or the same one multiple times) will gang up and beat the living snot out of you until you have no choice but to surrender and ride it out until whatever happens...happens.

So what can I talk about that makes a bit of difference? Nothing. Today I wrote a shopping list that includes candy corn, light bulbs and paper towels. And it seems that's about all the "important" writing I will do today.

So I will instead encourage my foster dog to be sweet and snuggle...or crochet caps for cancer patients...or make memorial bracelets for deadbabymama…

New Blogger and me

OK...so I wrote a couple posts and thought I had posted them. But I guess Blogger has moved things around and I never actually hit PUBLISH...only SAVE. oops.

I fully intend to write more. I do. I have all these things I want to say that aren't about dead babies. Like how I discovered Sally Hansen nail polish and I LOVE it. Or how local stores no longer carry Jane cosmetics and I can't buy my blush anymore (and how old it makes me feel to realize the last time I bought blush I also bought a pregnancy test). Or how the "feral" foster dog got loose the other day and I thought he'd run away...but he didn't. Or how I'm brainstorming ways to grow a little photography business but I don't have the slightest idea where or how to start. Or how my mom wants to have Thanksgiving at her house...which is great because then I don't have to clean my house...but is bad because then I won't have a reason to clean my house so I probably WON'T clean my house…

Today, tomorrow, and yesterday

Today, my son gave himself a slight concussion in gym class. The school called and I jumped into crisis mode and picked him up and took him to the ER to be checked out. He's fine. He'll probably have a headache for a few days.

Me? I'm usually on a pretty even keel. I haven't been one to fall apart or obsessive protective instincts. I can roll with the punches for the most part.

But I told someone about my dead babies on Friday...someone who didn't know. So maybe that's why today seemed...I don't know...more.

We had to drive past the cemetery on the way to the ER. How's that for a fun train of thought to jump on?

And then I used the restroom in the ER...and washed my hands. And now they smell like that soap. That smell takes me back to May 2006.

I could lose them. I know that intellectually. But today the past collided with the present and future in a VERY sensory way that I am not so sure I'm prepared to cope with.

And now he is downstairs explainin…