Anne on July 7th, 2010

As I mention in the page About the Story of Anne’s Life, I’m writing the story of my life here because I have been asked by many people to write the story of my life, and encouraged by many more others. Of course, having family and friends has been the most compelling reason – most particularly my daughter, the wonderful and beauteous Jessica.

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Anne on July 10th, 2010

It’s late at night, and I’m lying in bed, crying. I’m 6, maybe 7, years old, and I’m all alone. I don’t mean that there is nobody in the room. I mean, I am all alone, by myself, in the apartment. The apartment belongs to one of my father’s best friends, and we are staying […]

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Anne on July 14th, 2010

Recently someone asked me why I wasn’t angry, or bitter, about some of my experiences. Why I’m not generally an angry or bitter person. It was an interesting question – tantamount to “why are you the way you are?” Here are my thoughts on the subject.

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Anne on July 16th, 2010

Some things have always been true about me. These include my always having had a soft spot for animals, and my always being willing to rise to the occasion – to try to do something, anything – if I think that I can make a difference. While I didn’t think of it in those terms way back when, it turns out that I was this way even as a young child. Here’s an example.

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Anne on July 18th, 2010

In the past several years, I have dealt with the deaths of far too many beloved pets. It always hurts – hurts like hell – to say “goodbye” to a loved one. But I have learned, the hard way, that sometimes the pain is balanced by the incredible intimacy of being allowed the privilege of being with your pet at the very end. Of having every last second with them, and of witnessing their exit from this world. Of being the one to be with them at that moment.

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