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A comment I posted awhile back on an old coworker's Facebook page after she shared a Paint Art map of the continents with a comment about how refugees fleeing Syria should just "go back home." Hey Amy! I don't know Kathleen, but I am so surprised by her post. For starters, the borders on the map she shared are not countries. Then, and assuming Kathleen is from America and NOT Native American, her ancestors fled their home country for a better life when they came here. And lastly (and this part is long, but necessary), if you haven't seen photos of the towns in Syria, I strongly urge you to do just that. They have no homes left. Never mind that women are enslaved, raped, and brutally beaten; families destroyed, people tortured, and children... well, children are dying in senseless attacks on civilian communities. Again, I don't know Kathleen, but if she is a mother, I hope she would want better for her children. I would hope, if she had the terrible fate to

The following is an email I wrote to Dominic's first pediatrician's office. Almost exactly two years after we stopped going there, we are suddenly getting appointment recommendations, health tip emails, and more. The email below is my heartfelt explanation for why we left and what I wish for the pediatrician's office behaviors toward other mothers who do bring their children there.  ___________ Good afternoon Dr. Eunus and staff,  I am writing in response to Portal messages, which I have also unsubscribed from. You see, for a period, I was just disregarding any Premier Pediatrics material I received. Prior to that, I informed the Dunnellon location that we were no longer patients there. Then the Portal messages began recently. You see, we are not patients at Premier Pediatrics. We stopped being patients there when our son was one month old (March of 2015) because of the lack of proper diagnosis of ankyloglossia which led to less than adequate weight gain and nutrit

So ... JM rescued a baby squirrel yesterday. She'd fallen from a majestic oak in our yard during a storm, narrowly missing the hood of JM's car. She was soaked. He scooped her up, wrapped her in Dominic's scarf, and tried to clean her up. Meanwhile, I searched for the name and number of the squirrel guy from last September. JM put her on a heating pad in a basket, wrapped in the scarf and then I took her to work with me for the afternoon. When I did reach the squirrel guy (David), he was thankful we found her and happy to take over her care. Susan, Dominic, and I took her to him last night after work. She's doing really well, is big for her age and seems quite healthy. He estimates she's about six weeks old - eyes are still closed, but he thinks they'll be open by the beginning of next week.

What do you say we just forget the archives exist and start from scratch. Here's what I have. Here's what I know. 1. I have Twitter - two of them actually. And I love it. And use it heavily in waves. 2. I have Facebook and I am finding I use it less and less as time goes on. 3. I need to start penning my thoughts - or punching them out on keys, actually - in longer form again. Quick pulse check of life for me today: I have a son and a husband. Two dogs, a cat, and a 122-year-old house (@McIntoshHotel). I work full time for the Labor Union. I volunteer practically full time for Carry the Future (@Carry_thefuture). My life is full, my heart is happy, I feel and give love generously daily. Here's what I want: 1. I want to sculpt more self-care time out of each day (week). 2. I want to make it a priority to make life an adventure for our family. 3. I want to rediscover my love of music.