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May.15.2013
Express Yourself’s theme today is a nod to that wonderful woman who gave us life, hosted by Youngjoo Ahn and Katelyn Darrow. Our Economics Tune Up reporter, Alex Pawlakos will give an economic look at how American’s show their appreciation to their moms on this Mother's Day by spending more...
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Mar.27.2013
Two mothers speak of the friend who has just lost her son in a most senseless act. Eyes brim weepy as a son's life has ended, as a mother's life fades grey.
How does a mother reason with a son gone, a life of future cut short without cause?
Weeps seep from glassy eyes.
The friends lift their...
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Feb.27.2013
The other night we talked in my women's group about sibling relationships. It was an evening full with emotions, I knew that it was a sensitive and emotional topic but I didn’t know that so many people had complex and loaded relationships with their brothers and sisters.
I shouldn’t be surprised ,...
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Oct.11.2012
Since he was thirteen and six years my senior, he played on his knees while I was allowed to stand.
The living room was the stadium, our avocado carpet serving as the faux turf field and the fireplace mantel the glorious pay dirt of the end zone.
Clutching the football in the crook of my...
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Jun.19.2012
Defending the Defenseless
Make justice your aim: redress the wronged,
hear the orphan’s plea, defend the widow.
--Isaiah 1, 17
After Mom passed, my father completely lost the will to live. He could not do...
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May.28.2012
“Nine Boys and Eight Girls…”
“Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. Honor your father and mother. This is the first commandment with a promise, that it may go well with you and that you may have a long life on earth.”
Ephesians 6, 1
I believed in God...
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Feb.08.2012
February 8
ACCIDENT OF BIRTH
We are here together, born the millstones about one another’s necks. Parentage equates to persuasion and I hold these strangers to my breast. Minds having chosen, violent turns skew off radar’s blip. I am held by...
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Jan.20.2012
When I was a tiny child I remember my mother rocking me and murmuring, “What shall I do when my baby grows up?” It was a memory that lingered for many decades, bringing comfort like the soft stroke of a hand. Despite all of the sexual abuse I...
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Dec.14.2011
I learned thievery as a young girl. Being the fifth of six, I grabbed whatever my older brothers or sister put down. A novel of eighteeth century romance read by my sister, a 45 of Smokey Robinson my brothers spinned at the high school parties, a jazz strain by John Coltrane picked up in a shabby...
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Oct.26.2011
In the world according to Midge there are no two people she looks up to or adores more than her brother and sister. I wish they could stand back and see what I see, hear what I hear…..
Most days my house is a whirlwind of utter chaos. Everyone going in different directions. We are...
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