I am… I am… A mother Gently pressing lips Against a little boy’s cheek As he dreams I am… Shy The quietest person In a room full of friends And yet I am… Helpful Because I want to be liked And not left out As I used to be I am… Apologetic Fearful of [Read More]
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As a Filipina and a newbie blogger living a strange life here in Israel, I found your blog very interesting. Read the post
For what it's worth, Matthew, I think you coped with the hospitalization in a very acceptable way. What she Read the post
I had no idea you'd had to deal with this Liza. My brother went through a very similar thing 20 odd years Read the post
