I’ve tried, but I’m exhausted and my brain appears to not be functioning.
WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME
Administrative Consulting
Thoughts on parenting, teaching, and faith.
adoption, foster care, and autism
TBI S-O-S! Restoring a Sense-Of-Self after Brain Injury and Concussion
The Blessings of Being a Woman of God
Have some fire. Be unstoppable. Be a force of nature.
My Site. That looks like a Blog, but it's a site to organize the content. Also a central portal for my stuff and contact information.
Experiencing God on the Journey with Special Needs
A fine WordPress.com site
Adventures of a socially-inept Aspie girl
an independent, international literary magazine
Living on the Edge of the Sagebrush Ocean
Official Author site for Laurie McDaniel
simply
Empowering wannabe do-it-yourselfers one project at a time
Untempered Glass 
“I Stop Writing the Poem,” by Tess Gallagher from They Say This (Poetry East #47, 48, De Paul University).
I Stop Writing the Poem
to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or who dies, I’m still a woman.
I’ll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I’ll get back
to the poem. I’ll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there’s a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it’s done.
Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 22:00:27 +0000 To: terrywca@hotmail.com
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