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Dreams of a child…
I have no memoires of the day I received my doll house. I think it was a Christmas gift. I do know that it followed me through my childhood to future homes. The doll house was magnificent and large. Its 1970’s contemporary, the Barbie Dream House paled in comparison. For a good portion of my childhood it sat on a large repurposed wooden cable reel.
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Holding hands with the Irish Prince
When was the last time a child crawled into our lap and we read a book together? The last time we held a hands as you walked them to school. The last time I put a band-aid on a skinned knee. I can’t remember that last day I worried about my children biking unsteadily in the street. When was that day? What was I thinking? Was I happy? Was I present or was I worried I needed to start dinner? I don’t remember.
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Spring on it’s way…
For many of us these weeks of isolation have confounded us, we continue to go about our lives, as best we can, attempting to maintain consistency in an inconsistent world. We see images and hear stories of unimaginable suffering while many of us remain untouched.
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The challenging reality is in this moment, we have no experience. We don’t know how to do this. We can’t research, can’t phone a friend, and we can’t turn to our parents or grandparents to ask for guidance. We don’t have family and friends who are experts on pandemics.
Read moreToday, marks day 16 of self-isolation for my family as prescribed by the Governor of California. We remain safe and healthy; and have continued to make changes as information in our community is updated. Like nearly all of you, community spread is a reality with the increase of positive COVID-19 cases in Santa Barbara.
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When you are all out of chocolate…
Well my fellow Pilgrims, this is my time to tell you, we will get through this. Are you afraid or even a little uncertain? Me too… We keep referring to this time as the zombie apocalypse in our house—just to relieve the stress. Because you know what? It is flipping stressful.
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Becoming a Mom for the first time…
I lived the dream, my children made me laugh till I cried. They both hugged me and loved me. They both wished me a Happy Mother’s Day, but at its core, it was an ordinary day. Today was the best day ever, it was perfection. It was just what I wanted.
Normal. Ordinary. Simple.
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“I won’t let another generation of kiddos be stigmatized by illness that have behavioral health components. We are better than that—maybe it’s our collective ignorance of the beauty and complexity of the brain, that we continue to stigmatize, what we don’t understand. But it will be my life’s work to end the stigma.”
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