What defines me?

Cancer , A Dozen Kids , Life, Struggle

Today as we were driving down the the beach to gaze at the water we noticed that there was a train slowly passing through. The speed in itself instantly took me back in time.  I am 13 years old. Living in Bridgman Michigan right next to the Cook Nuclear plant. I hated everything about my …

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Last night I went searching for the perfect picture to place on my blog. I wanted it to be from my younger years as that is what the blog was pertaining to at the time. As I went on my quest pulling out the photo albums I had just been given no more than a …

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I think if I were asked where felt like home as a child it would have been Coloma. It is what I would have referred to as my home town even though I moved around all the time.  It is the town I felt rooted. Where I had developed bonds and meaningful relationships. It was …

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The love of a child is pure. It’s the truest form of love there is. It’s that unconditional and without fault. My son doesn’t give his love out very easily. He isn’t much for sitting still. Not much for being to close if your not his mom and occasionally he can tolerate certain siblings enough …

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