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Not Raiding

September 9, 2015 Heather 0

Sometimes giving up commitments that were stressors can lead to happier things.  Jeremy is raiding tonight, as evidenced by the loud clicking of his keyboard. I’m not, and that used to bug me often after I gave it up.  Not tonight. Tonight I’m cuddled in bed with Oakley, relaxed and Read More

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September 8, 2015 Heather 0

   I decided that a good response to my recent sadness is to find the things that bring me joy. This will help me answer the question What does Heather need? and hopefully break me of my moodies.   Baby kicks Hugs from Jeremy when I get home.  Cuddling with Read More

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September 7, 2015 Heather 2

I don’t know what to say today.  I’ve been sad lately. Even when I’m happy, there’s a layer of sad on top and it comes back quickly. Is it the stress from work, Aunt Sadie dying and the feeling of losing my family, pregnancy hormones, something else, or all of Read More

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24 weeks

September 6, 2015 Heather 0

Sometimes I feel like I can’t show my excitement or happiness because it won’t matter to others or they won’t share that. And that feeling diminishes my own. I need to try and push that feeling away and be happy regardless. My baby reached viability today, which means that if Read More

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September 3, 2015 Heather 1

My childhood was filled with family and love. I felt safe, supported, and welcomed. But, over the last 16 years, I’ve been slowly losing all of them. Half have died: my Grampa, brother, mom, Gramma. Half didn’t care as much about keeping in touch as I did. They wouldn’t return Read More

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Key Lime

June 11, 2015 Heather 0

Key Lime, I’ve decided to call you Key Lime for now. I figure it is better than JG, the acronym my mom called me when I was still in her tummy. The story says that my dad didn’t want to believe she was pregnant and said that I was Just Read More

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My Students’ Lives Matter

March 12, 2015 Heather 0

My skin is white and sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t have a voice. I don’t live in fear because of the color of my skin. I have white privilege, whether I want it or not. How do I know what black people feel? Why would my voice matter, without Read More

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