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DS Blog
Jan 9, 2011 14:50:39 GMT -5
Post by Jackie on Jan 9, 2011 14:50:39 GMT -5
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DS Blog
Jan 9, 2011 22:08:09 GMT -5
Post by lespring on Jan 9, 2011 22:08:09 GMT -5
It's a very popular blog (though not one that I frequent) He had her daughter a year ago and is an amazing photographer. She's doing a big fundraiser right now.
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DS Blog
Jan 10, 2011 14:32:00 GMT -5
Post by laurasmom on Jan 10, 2011 14:32:00 GMT -5
I have read her blog before, but not on a regular basis.
Her writing of the birth of her daughter, Nella, and her emotions, brought me to tears.
Sharon
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DS Blog
Jan 15, 2011 7:17:01 GMT -5
Post by Googsmom aka Jennifer on Jan 15, 2011 7:17:01 GMT -5
Pop on over and see her post on Nella's ONEder fund. Grab some tissues though I invited her to UNO last year. I think she might be lurking
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DS Blog
Jan 19, 2011 13:07:37 GMT -5
Post by Kaylis on Jan 19, 2011 13:07:37 GMT -5
Oh wow! That is the most amazing story and pictures (Nella's birth story). It touched me as only a few things have since Mikah was born. Tears, of course, but tears of intense feeling more than sadness. Tears of comrade-ship. Tears of wonder....
The other thing that hit me similarly was a short story I read when Mikah was only a tiny, tiny baby. It was in a collection of fantasy stories set in a world designed by the author Mercedes Lackey. In the country where it is set the main group maintaining order are called Heralds and, wearing their uniforms of all white, they travel the country using training, logic, and mental magic (like empathy, telepathy, etc) to help the citizens. In the story a Herald comes to a small town and finds a person pretending to be a Herald (something NOT allowed). The person is a man described as moonfaced who obviously is meant to have Ds. By the end of the story the real Herald decides this man has lived his life according to the underlying meaning of being a Herald, reassures the town he can continue to consider himself a Herald, and even gives him something to wear as his own uniform. I sat there holding my little boy, crying and hoping he would find the same love, appreciation and acceptance in his own life.
Kaylis
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