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Last week, I Googled: “going back to work while you are grieving and you are a judge.” Sunday morning, I Googled: “going back to church when you are grieving.” Neither efforts garnered any results. Thus, this post. This is the thing I’m learning. It all sucks. When you go through your thing, you begin to … Continue reading

I Am Your Daughter

Before you go any further, if you haven’t, please go back and read the “Why It Is Uglyreal…” on the home page. Then decide if you want to continue, because this post is as uglyreal as it gets.  ____________________________________________________________________________________________ When Anna was born, you said to me: “You’ll always be my little girl.” Liar.   … Continue reading