Tag: family
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Me, Too: The Day my Parents Killed the Pedophile
With the #metoo campaign to shed a light on sexual harassment and sexual attack, a lot of survivors are telling their stories. I know it grieves my elderly mom that I talk about it and she wishes she could have done more, but she was victim in a different way…that’s another story. I’ve been telling…
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Introducing the Past
Shannon said something rather profound as we were taking a nice walk along the lake. I passed along some news from Jillian about her new romantic interest and how he was planning to introduce her to his friends—a big deal since a former boyfriend of hers never would do that because he was afraid of…
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Things I Taught My Daughters on Mother’s Day
The three things I taught my daughters on Mother’s Day, 2007: From the Bookshelf A Reverence for Trees — an emotional short read about love, healing, and a little magic. Available direct from the author → How to disrobe: Driving down the highway, unbuckling the bra with one hand, pulling it off and tossing it…
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Unnatural Urges
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising. I am having strange, unnatural urges. Frankly, I’m a little terrified. No, no. I haven’t broken any oversized ping-pong paddles on any bottoms recently, I haven’t strapped anything to my waist, and I’ve been downright boring in the social department. No, this is far…
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Living Dangerously, Living Dreams
I feel a little like a Klingon warrior flying into a death star. Living dangerously, defying my history. Every year, I have massive pollen allergies. Like clockwork. If I’m aggressive, I can stay one step ahead of them. If I don’t, I’m out of work for at least a week. If I get trounced, I…
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Birthday Wishes from Daddy, and Lack Thereof
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree. It’s weird. Sometimes I forget that Daddy’s dead. I woke up yesterday from a half-dream and was mad and disappointed because he hadn’t acknowledged my birthday. Not that it was something he ever really did when he was alive. He left that to…
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Definitely Blessed in the “Fifth House of Children”
Gods, I love my girls. Next weekend is my birthday, which means, yes, I got my prezzies tonight. It’s funny that way, and in a fun way. The girls, Aislinn especially, just can’t wait until my birthday. Pretty much the minute she and Shannon get home from finding my present, they present the present. Tonight…
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Here’s to a No-Drama Holiday!
I come from a huge, extended family that covers about a fourth of the State of Georgia, including cousins not seen in years and other cousins not claimed in much longer than that. And plenty enough of the latter are in jail or dancing on table-tops or mowing the lawn in their bikinis and Daisy-Duke …
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A Note to Cherish
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth. My mom received the copy of Dark Revelations that I’d sent her a few days ago. I’ve had her connected to the Real World through the lifeline of email and Internet for over a year now and we’re able to stay in touch and…
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A Blessing of a Car
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. I guess I’ll have to be nicer to people who drive luxury cars, now that my daughter has one, albeit a vintage car. Especially since I got rid of my so-not-me Mercedes almost 2 years ago, I’ve had a lot of disdain for other people…
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Welcome to the Neighborhood
You never know what’s going on behind the walls, whether you’re on the outside thinking about the inside or vice versa. Last night, while we were having a Gathering and messing around with quantum physics, our neighbors had no idea what we were up to…and we didn’t know what was going on outside either. …
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The Little Differences Make the Best Memories
Christmas Past, a blur I don’t remember the ghosts of many a Christmas Past. They’re so often a blur of fast and frantic road trips, my mom’s chicken and dressing with cranberry sauce and her sweet potato pie with little marshmallows on top, my dad not speaking to anyone other than a grunt of acknowledgment…
