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My History with Mother’s Day
327. My History with Mother’s Day My history with Mother’s Day began of course when I was a little girl giving things to my mother. And I did that—buying her books or something with strawberries, many cards which she very carefully saved. When I…
Clutter and a Haircut
326. Clutter and a Haircut Scene 1: When I’m too busy, I come in, put papers down, do the next thing, and pretty soon it’s time to go somewhere else and I gather up what I need, and when I come back I unload…
Sing and Breathe It In
325. Sing and Breathe It In On days that seem a little wobbly, or on days that are going just fine, or even on days when I see someone else who is struggling, I sing this folk song and breathe it in: — If…
One Minute Poem
324. One Minute Poem (This is a poem to acknowledge the length of one minute. Use a timer and say each word on each second. The minute starts with the title.) — The – One – Minute – Poem — our – days –…
Just a Minute
323. Just a Minute I’ve been doing Egoscue exercises and positions since August of 2010, and I wrote about it in #53 in this series of postings. There was something that happened this morning as I was doing one of the timed positions. There…
Claiming That Sanders’ Name
322. Claiming That Sanders’ Name My grandmother (Granny), Irene, had nine children. One of those children was Adalyne. Norma Davis was the daughter of Adalyne, and Paula Davis was the daughter of Norma. When Paula was in her teens and complaining about the unfairness…
Remembering Granny
321. Remembering Granny Irene Sanders—when I was a little girl I called her Grandma, and I didn’t know a lot about her. When I became a mother myself, then my Mother was Grandma to my children, and at this point we all started calling…
Premises for…
320. Premises for….. I wrote them for my thesis at New York University. They were based on the model of music therapy that I had set up for the nursing home where I worked. The page is titled: Twelve Premises of the Model. They…
The Bear Family
319. The Bear Family Dara was youngest of my four children and when the three older ones went off to school she created an imaginary bear family to keep her company. The bears went everywhere with us. One day we had been at church…
Never Alone (Part 2)
318. Never Alone (Part 2) Agnes and I wrote a song together in the nursing home where I worked. The words were these: — I’m never really alone, I’m never really alone. There’s always somebody here, and I’m never really alone. — Sometimes I…
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Daybook of Personal Faith
Mama and Me
