Sometimes I have anecdotes, thoughts I want to share, that are no more than a sentence. Here I’ll compile them, added to the top of this blog post when they occur to me.

The sound of joy is the soft rumbling in my ears which accompanies my son’s embrace.

My daughter is always going to be a cancer survivor.

George gives me so many gifts. Kisses and a cold. Breakfast with bacon by special request. Aggressive cuddles and bone pain.

I’d like to post more regularly, but its tough to keep a schedule around surprise ER visits.

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