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FADING THROUGH PASSAGES OF MY LIFE
Our pictures came out well. I don’t know what I would write about as far as our evening goes. I’m good at writing about trauma, and there wasn’t anything like that going on! I think our correspondence would actually be a great thing for the blog. I am totally about sharing how human and flawed I am. I will include the part about my kids and my anguish.
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ONE DAY SHE SHARED HER PAIN INSIDE
I have been a “one woman production company.” I’ve edited voice lessons, recorded and composed songs, performed, and written my blog posts. At this point in time, my focus has begun to adapt my enormous blog into a book.
I just realized that “fear of failure” is not a good reason to wait anymore.
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MUSIC AND JOY NOW FILLED HER SOUL
And so I am beginning to get the idea that I will eventually write my book as “A Musical Story of A Grieving Woman Transformed.” I will edit down my blog posts, and the musical of my life will be stories with music. The book could be an E-book with music, or have a CD included with a printed version. There are days when I feel like a shooting star. There are also days when I am so happy to be on earth. Continue reading
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DANCE OF DEMENTIA, PART 2
I used to notice when my mother said things that were “off the wall.” Now I tend to find myself noticing statements of her awareness instead. I find myself saying, “Wow, she is still on the ball with that remark!”
And so it is, that more often than not, she is not “on the ball.”
My new, lyric rhymes might be:
She not “on the ball”
Her statements are “off the wall!”
I started this post-name as: “I Miss the Way You Used to Be.”
But the “dance of dementia” continues for me.
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