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Comment on “A Prayer for Our Daughters” by Proverbs 4 Today

Proverbs 4 Today — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 21:57:11 +0000

This was Beautiful! Thank you for sharing your gift of writing.

Comment on Prodigal by Margery Kruppenbacher

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Comment on Every Last One-The Illusion of Safety by CLARKEJenifer

CLARKEJenifer — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 20:51:43 +0000

Some time before, I needed to buy a car for my business but I didn't have enough money and couldn't buy anything. Thank God my comrade proposed to get the loans from creditors. So, I acted so and used to be happy with my short term loan.

Comment on Chilean Novelist Isabel Allende Speaks of Writing, Passion, Justice, Suffering–and why Sophia Loren is still one of the world’s most beautiful women by Everett Corkron

Everett Corkron — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 13:37:49 +0000

Good post and right to the point. I don’t know if this is really the best place to ask but do you guys have any thoughts on where to employ some professional writers? Thanks in advance

Comment on Phyllis Tickle and Donald Miller on the Need to “Story” Ourselves by Lorena24Rodgers

Lorena24Rodgers — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 11:12:55 +0000

Cars and houses are not very cheap and not every person is able to buy it. However, loans are created to support different people in such kind of hard situations.

Comment on Hear the Creator of the “Lost” TV Series Speak About Mystery and Suspense by MCKINNEY35Elisa

MCKINNEY35Elisa — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 09:13:28 +0000

People deserve wealthy life and business loans or student loan will make it better. Because people's freedom is grounded on money.

Comment on The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by card magic

card magic — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 23:22:20 +0000

We took a trip to vegas last May and this street magician did the most eye popping trick in my own hand. He put a fork in my hand and it started bending by itself. I finally found a video of this same trick here. Amazing - Magic Trick

Comment on On Grief and Bad Hair and a Faded Blue Flannel Shirt by Charlotte Rains Dixon

Charlotte Rains Dixon — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 04:04:20 +0000

When my Dad died a few years ago, I remember being shocked at how my grief would erupt at the oddest times–eating in McDonald’s, or riding in an elevator, or whenever. It was so strange to me, nothing in particular seemed to set it off. And I learned just to go with it. My Mom died two years ago and I still sometimes think I’ll call her to tell her something that happened. I’m not sure our minds ever completely process the deaths of our parents, it is so profound. So just be kind to yourself and hang out in the faded blue flannel shirt just as long as you need to.

Comment on On Grief and Bad Hair and a Faded Blue Flannel Shirt by Melissa Joy

Melissa Joy — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 10:05:12 +0000

Having lost my grandmother, who I loved dearly, I have come to notice what I will call the grief triggers for me and my family. For my sister, it is when her husband talks about building a shelf to display the Snow Babies that Grandmomma bought for her. For my mom, it is walking through the grocery store and seeing a box of Depends … I am sure there are many more for Momma, but that one just sticks out in my mind. For me, I am having a really hard time with the music at church, contemporary or traditional. The triggers don’t always make sense, but they are there waiting to remind us to celebrate the person we have lost.
I am not sure what the trigger is for my daughter, but sometimes she just looks up at me and says, “Mommy, I miss Old Lady.”

Comment on On Grief and Bad Hair and a Faded Blue Flannel Shirt by Tyra

Tyra — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 03:55:55 +0000

Funny thing about grief…it continues to show up on one’s doorstep even years after a loved one has passed from this life into the next. This week Grief comes to me again with the passing of my college piano instructor. After being diagnosed this summer with stage-four colon cancer, he was gone within a matter of months. Even as I write this my eyes well with tears for him. Is it his passing that is so raw for me or is it the remembrance of my father’s passing with colon cancer in 1992? Both men were difficult. Both men were talented and touched many lives with their gifts. Both men made an indelible mark on my life. I will attend the funeral this weekend. I’ll see old friends, remember lost relationships, make promises to keep in touch and somewhere in the midst of this rebirth, Grief will dissipate…for a time.