tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979076563260064684.post618622194649217593..comments2023-05-27T01:51:39.938-07:00Comments on Recovering Dawn: International Women's Day, March 8thDawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09277751616587900015noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979076563260064684.post-63905108265253494462011-03-09T08:24:38.950-08:002011-03-09T08:24:38.950-08:00Thank you for your kind words, Stacey and Stacey. ...Thank you for your kind words, Stacey and Stacey. It was a real gift to remember that our mother had written something "sweet" and to pull out that book and remind myself about it. Even nice to share it on here, this place that is becoming my "heart space." And a true joy to share it here knowing that my Baby Sister would read it, and be warmed by the memory. And yes, Baby Sister, you can say ass on here.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09277751616587900015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979076563260064684.post-55685506031095869792011-03-09T05:49:57.838-08:002011-03-09T05:49:57.838-08:00This is lovely. How lucky you are to have those wo...This is lovely. How lucky you are to have those words from your mother. Thanks for sharing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02595848781243129508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979076563260064684.post-86641172555549317952011-03-09T05:09:47.093-08:002011-03-09T05:09:47.093-08:00Dawn - what a powerful post, finding the gift of y...Dawn - what a powerful post, finding the gift of your mother's words and putting them on stage in light of this special day. Something about the act of doing that magnifies the portent of the happy memory you shared. Thank you also for posting the Les Mis song. I absolutely love that one. Keep writing - thank you!Stacey C. Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07342766960535984688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979076563260064684.post-47040285820695619302011-03-08T21:55:32.986-08:002011-03-08T21:55:32.986-08:00I remember that day. In Beaumont. We sounded horri...I remember that day. In Beaumont. We sounded horrible, but we laughed our asses off. Can I say, 'asses' on here?<br /><br />What a lovely memory, thank you.Debra Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10289197238483034692noreply@blogger.com