Lori Seaborg

Our 4-year-old Little Guy told his 7-year-old (Ballerina) sister last night that their younger sister and cousin like her more than they like him.  Our ballerina is the one who repeated that to me.  She seemed a bit shaken with it like she wasn’t sure she should have people liking her more than they do someone else.  Our ballerina is…
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Written July 5, 2004 (copied from my journal): Whenever I’m out here at the riverside, I just want to cry because I’ve been given so much of what I’ve dreamed of having. That the neighbor’s blue broken-down car across the street from the edge of our house is my major annoyance shows how blessed I am by this location. I…
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