Freedom is looming heavily on the horizon and it scares me to death.
The taste of it is bitter like rubarb pie without enough sugar.
And yet, it rolls in still just behind the clouds.
I dream in color, write poetry, talk about God, parent kids and finally wonder about it all
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One year ago today I began to eat differently. It is called the Ketogenic diet and the information is out there for free ...

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Wednesday, December 8, 2004 The best early Present I have ever received: (A letter from my mom in e-mail box today) (yes, this is me.) ...
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Thursday, September 9, 2004 Transition still feels out of sync no matter how much sense it makes. Sometimes other people can nail our own fe...
Christina, this is so beautifully expressed that your words are like blows. Freedom is a multi-edged thing that's not always pleasant. However, despite how impressed I am with your talent, deeper than that, I'm very concerned for you, and you're in my prayers.
ReplyDeletei'm not sure what you mean by this. i'm worried, it could be so many things. i hope it doesn't mean the kids are going back to their birth parents.
ReplyDeletei hope all is well. i hope you are well. my best wishes for peace to you both.
Thanks so much for your comments on my blog. I got a lot of useful information and it's always nice to know there are people out there who "get it". :)
ReplyDeleteLife will rovide the sugar, my dear. Perhaps not until after you've taken a few big gulps of the bitter...
ReplyDeleteI too am concerned and hope for the best.
ReplyDeleteSpencer
Wow ... ominous. Any silver lining?
ReplyDeleteI miss our coffee talk... Hope all is well! Let me know if I can do anything....
ReplyDeleteLori :)