Chronic Ama

My son is very smart. He's a little sponge. And he's also an open heart, ready to just spew love. So, today he went to the school office complaining of diarrhea, the one thing they have to take his word for. Can't really check to see if the mud butt is in swing or not, right? My mom brought him home so I could take care of him. I needed to mend his heart a little. He's been afraid of losing me. He sees the sadness in everyone's heart since Tata has passed and he is so very afraid of that kind of sadness. He sees my mom sad because she lost her father. He sees his mother sick a lot lately. He has correlated the two, even though they are very different things. I feel a little lost explaining death to my son. I don't want to see him so sad or so scared. I want him to be able to move forward and love life like I know he can. I know we are all healing right now and I just hope I can help heal him a little more. I want to calm his fears and set his mind at ease

First impression, this is seamless. Next, it really plays on the theory that every small decision u make shapes your life, starting with day to day experiences. Now we add that we can manipulate scenarios with technology. We've been obsessed with this idea since Oregon trail. And look at how many statistics we encounter on a daily basis, also a way of controlling or predicting an outcome with (primitive) technology (math). I also wondered if this interactive media was truly at the viewers choice. You can't change the past, as we were reminded early on via a looped path and a direct quote. I think I'm being sucked into the rabbit hole of existential theory now. I also don't want this to be just a movie or it to be a modern day fable noting that we can always fix ourselves despite the past. I really want to delve into so much more with this. Surely I'd be neglected if there was nothing beneath the surface. And surely I can't be the only rapidly firi

I had a terrible brain fart just now. I looked at the date and erased it and retyped Twenty Ninth. I was scared that a lost an entire day (yes I do that on occasion when a migraine strikes, or when I get the flu, or when my pain levels aren't manageable) until I realized it was indeed the 28th today. Maybe in2as trying to speed up the arrival of October as the high today hit 100. That's pretty much fall in Arizona. Hell, I've celebrated birthdays in flip flops and I was born on Thanksgiving. Well, now that I know I didn't lose a day, I guess all is well in the world, right? I did this wonderful, scary thing last night. I volunteered to be vice president of the PTO at my kids school. I really miss being involved in something like that. We dropped Girl Scouts this year (my participation hadn't been that great due to my health anyway) and my son joining a soccer team didn't work out this year due to scheduling issues. I thought really hard about making this commi