tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31939058.post1450906060315784585..comments2023-10-17T13:45:51.985+02:00Comments on Screams from the Pink Collar Ghetto: In MemorySmartipantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08130269875342547445noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31939058.post-65455978015777290312009-05-13T22:00:00.000+02:002009-05-13T22:00:00.000+02:00The love for your mother that oozes from you in th...The love for your mother that oozes from you in this piece, Sarah. You give me something to strive for in raising my own girls. I guess it's every mother's dream to have their daughters honor them in this way. Thanks for sharing this.Carolyn Vineshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06862798370750959287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31939058.post-25839071117750975632009-04-17T23:28:00.000+02:002009-04-17T23:28:00.000+02:00ops, that's yashin btw :-)ops, that's yashin btw :-)mayiarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06394065022168400337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31939058.post-64137000799322569422009-04-17T23:27:00.000+02:002009-04-17T23:27:00.000+02:00Thanks for sharing... she's most likely enjoying w...Thanks for sharing... she's most likely enjoying watching over you. That's the sweetest picture btw! <br />---------------------<br />It's odd, when I crashed my family car some decades ago, the policeman offered to give me a lift home. I declined--I needed the time to figure out how to tell my parents. And I also noticed how utterly beautiful the day was, and I couldn't understand why everything was still going on as if nothing had happened when this horrible thing happened to me. Tells you what perspective I still needed then since I had escaped unscathed and no one else was hurt... car was mangled thoughmayiarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06394065022168400337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31939058.post-445242024839592232009-04-17T15:40:00.000+02:002009-04-17T15:40:00.000+02:00Thanks for sharing this beautiful story, Sarah. I...Thanks for sharing this beautiful story, Sarah. I wish that I would have had the chance to meet her. Here's to your mom!Calvinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16723220174936493204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31939058.post-57911293929127488622009-04-12T22:53:00.000+02:002009-04-12T22:53:00.000+02:00So tender Sarah--it brings back memories of slumbe...So tender Sarah--it brings back memories of slumber parties, your Mom's great sense of humor and fun, and your beautiful house.Anne Harringtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626290576265625710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31939058.post-46440427056424121122009-04-12T18:55:00.000+02:002009-04-12T18:55:00.000+02:00Beautiful, Sarah. In so many ways. You have inspir...Beautiful, Sarah. In so many ways. You have inspired me today.Libbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01997210938522085704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31939058.post-84376653857353752322009-04-12T13:35:00.000+02:002009-04-12T13:35:00.000+02:00Thinking of you. Nice to chat yesterday. Its bea...Thinking of you. Nice to chat yesterday. Its beautiful the way you remember your parents. It makes it easier to imagine that they will never be gone completely.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com