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Everyone has their demons. Mine seems to be plastic. No, not credit cards. Although I’ve had my share of issues with those in my younger days. I mean the actual material, plastic. It seems to be a running theme through some of my daily struggles – physical and ethical. For example, JavaGirl and JavaBoy have [...]
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As a little girl, some of my favorite memories with my mother are of spending time with her in our big kitchen. We had a large center island with stools you could pull up to it and I would talk to her as she cooked, and sometimes she’d let me help out. I always felt so grown-up whenever she let me help.
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The JavaKids love vegetables.
I don’t know how I ended up so lucky… whether it was following my sister’s advice to feed them green beans as their first baby food after rice cereal, some sort of divine intervention, or winning some sort of genetic lottery… but many times, given the choice between some sort of junk food or raw veggies, my kids will pick the veggies. I have to pre-wash all vegetables before storing them in the fridge because JavaGirl will break into sealed packages of mushrooms and start munching on them when I’m not looking. JavaBoy can clear out a crudites platter at any party.
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Running a non-profit organization that works with kids struggling with obesity is certainly not easy, but there are many instances when it comes with rewards.{ 13 comments }
I wept.
After not allowing myself, a former television reporter, to watch the news for weeks because I found the doom and gloom about the economy too stressful, I watched several CBS news clips from the Children of the Recession series online, and when I watched as an emergency room pediatric nurse practitioner showed the x-rays clearly depicting the multiple injuries of a young child — TWO broken arms, TWO fractured legs, I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. And neither could the reporter on the story.
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