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Today, everyday, compassionate heart.

Christmas, 2009. My daughter is the reason I live. I used to live for myself, or for a goal I was acheiveing, or to make my family proud, or pick an exterior reason of chioce. Then I found out I'm not a natural "breeder". I found out I'm one of those many woman who would never have survived childbirth,…

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Shots, are they bullets?

My daughter asked this question with genuine concern today as the doctor listed all the new obama care policies and I debated being one of the few, the very few, who refused shots because my daughter was incredibly healthy and I didn't want to give her shots until she was older. I would…

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