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Stories of My Mommy #8

2008-05-22T03:04:49Z

For my boys. I wasn't truly privileged to understand and hear my mom's perspective on her illness during the months that she recovered from the surgery of losing her right lung. All I remember was that she had my prayer book, she would smile som...

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Stories of My Mommy #7

2008-05-21T03:09:12Z

For my boys. This took a while because this task is exhausting. It was April and our house was still under construction. We were converting the one room we girls had into two rooms along with building things for my parent's business. That was har...

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Stories of My Mommy #6

2008-05-10T21:28:58Z

For my boys. Faithful are the Wounds of a Friend February 1985 wasn't different from the norm, really. February 1 was celebrated of course and it was with flowers and cake. Mommy turned 42. I was looking forward to cake all week and more cake se...

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Stories of my Mommy #5

2008-05-03T17:03:11Z

For my boys. This post is by no means an endorsement of my own behavior. Mind that, will you? I think it was in 4th grade when I had this classmate, Paolo, who was one of the class tom cats. By that I mean, he was a bully and kept everyone in lin...

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Stories of My Mommy #4

2008-04-29T02:52:47Z

For my boys. You would have liked her. Just a list of things she had me do, wanted me to do or was going to let me do: - Learn to hula dance - Learn to play drums - Be a surgeon (spec. brain surgery) or lawyer - Learn to ride a motorcycle (at ag...

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Stories of my Mommy #3

2008-04-28T11:49:33Z

For my boys When I was four, my brother had a red pedaled jeep and my mom thought it would be a great, fun thing for us to ride down the street with it. Our house was on a hill and adjacent to our property, the street went down at a slant, level...

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Stories of my Mommy #2

2008-04-26T17:36:35Z

For the boys. Mommy grew up on a farm in a bahay kubo, a home built of bamboo and light woods that stood on stilts. This was to keep the home cool and to keep it from washing away in floods. I don't know if it was her parents' house or her mom's ...

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Stories of My Mommy

2008-04-23T12:16:57Z

You know, I wanted to type "mother" but that really didn't sound right to me. This is for my boys. How My Parents Met My dad never really finished his college education. What with things at home being what they were (his parents' jobs not being ...

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