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I won't make my guess since I cheated with Google.

However, I will say that I was able to be backstage to watch said artist perform for a former US President....and they were (gorgeous) 100 percent better live ....which is quite an accomplishment.


No guess on the song, but you and Nickersons have inspired me to start my own 30 in 30...sometime...But total thoughts, prayers and whatever to Bill. I work in a Cancer Center. It's a humbling place. All my best to Bill.


I'll add Bill's name to my candle list. Sad news indeed but please try to remember that some people do survive cancer. Not everyone dies.

I used to belong to a group. On Sunday mornings very early (way to early consiodering it was after Saturday night), we used to clean up our university's football stadium... It was not a small stadium and there were never a whole lot of us there and, on the average, it took us somewhere between six and a half and seven and a half hours. Afterward we always had a small late lunch, then everyone went home. We considered it a community service.

This group did a lot of fun stuff too, but in retrospect and at the time, I wouldn't change those football Sundays for anything. We bonded then. As we stooped and bent and picked up trash, we talked. It was way too early, we ended up with soreness, and it was dirty work, but we got to know each other. And we learned we could laugh together when we weren't all gussied up and "supposed" to be having a good time.

I've found those football Sundays have served me well as I've gotten older. They gave me my first concious adult lessons that sometimes it isn't the fun times that build things that last, its the times you learn you can make each other grin a little when it isn't so very pleasant.


Elsewhere, Sarah McLachlan.

Sorry to hear about your husband's uncle. If there's been a theme to my life this past year it's that everyone has cancer. If they don't have it now, they're gonna get it. At least it seems that way while I'm watching my mom wither away from late stage colon cancer. But enjonel is right, not everyone dies.

It's been very encouraging, healing, helpful, whatever, reading your blog and your dealing with your mom's death. Helps me know I'll survive this even though it doesn't feel like it most of the time. Keep up the good work here. I promised you a topic so how 'bout this:
Write about your best stage moment. Could be in the past year, the past five, or your school play when you were 7. Whatever. Hope that helps.

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thank you guys for the prayers and vibes for Bill.

enjonel-i LOVE your sunday story. thanks for the reminder. and yes. not everyone dies. thank you.

ephany-right. elsewhere. sarah. i listened to that album everyday in college. i'm sorry to hear about your mom. it fucking sucks and everyone who tells you different doesn't know. i give you permission to hate it, to cry, to be mad, to think it's unfair, to curse everyone, to not believe in the silver lining, and all that. the one thing that got me thru and STILL gets me thru is writing about it. i encourage you to do it. for yourself or for others to read. it doesn't matter. shit, post it in the comments here. but keep OPEN about how you feel. my thoughts are with you and your family. (and i'll keep checking on you).

and YES on the topic. thank you.


Positive thought are going to your husband's uncle. I wish him all the best.

I also wanted to let you know that your blog posts about your mom's death and your healing process have been very moving and impressionable. It's in the details that the impact is made, sometimes. I find myself following my morning ritual...brushing teeth, washing face, showering, toweling off, grabbing the face lotion...and applying it on the neck in an upward motion. I smile when that thought occurs to me each morning. So through you, your Nan has impacted many people in (big and small) ways you really aren't even aware of. Just thought I'd share. :)

Colleen Wainwright

What a heartbreaker post, in every meaning of the word. You hang in there, kid. You keep digging down and feeling the feelings, whatever they are. You already get that the stuff doesn't matter; you already get what does. It doesn't exactly get easier, but also, somehow, it does.

Good, big thoughts to you and hubs and unk.


Another great one. You are wise as well as witty. Loved your comment on marriage being shaped by what you live through.

And, oh yeah, Fuck cancer!

Bill is in our prayers.

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