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letters after her name . . .
There’s no word in the language I revere more than ‘teacher.’ My heart sings when a kid refers to me as his teacher, and it always has. I’ve honored myself and the entire family of man by becoming a teacher. This upcoming week, I am quite certain that I will not be the only one to invoke Pat Conroy’s Prince of Tides.…
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HAWMC Day 3: communing with the dead
Day Three of my Health Activist Writers Monthly Challenge, and I’m thrilled to be taking part in it with my blogging buddies Marie Ennis O’Connor and Jan Hasak, two compelling writers who are truly inspired and inspiring in all they do. Day 3: If you had a superpower, what would it be and how would you use it? I remember the…
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Day 2: Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge #HAWMC
Day Two: Quotation Inspiration We want things to be easy for our children, and we know from sad experience that the world can be unkind to girls who do not please, who speak out, who go their own way. But we know from experience, too, that the role of the good girl can be a hollow one, with nothing at…
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resuming old ways
Only 47 days ago, a lifetime ago, my husband drove me to the hospital for the final pre-op surgical procedure: the nuclear medicine for a sentinel node biopsy which would be performed the next day at some point between the removal and reconstruction of my right breast. Just a thirty minute drive, this was enough time for me to participate,…