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A bank robbery-true story

A bank robbery-true story

I told this story to make aide last week. I may have written a blog about it over the last 5 years. If I did, oh well. It’s a story not many can say they’ve experienced. That makes it worth telling again even if I already wrote the tale. Hey, I’m turning 50 in 22 days, I’m reliving my past days. I was 23 years old. I lived out east on Long Island with my then boyfriend (who would become…

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Jamie West Coast is on the East Coast

Jamie West Coast is on the East Coast

My little sister lives clear across the country. We have so much in common someone once said she’s Jamie West Coast and your Alyssa East Coast. That works for me. Today my sister is on the east coast with my niece and nephew. I don’t have all of my sisters together, since my older one is upstate, but 3 of us are. We all get along really well and I’m so excited. She is here until Wednesday, I think. We…

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With 2 minutes to spare, my daughter made it to her first college class

With 2 minutes to spare, my daughter made it to her first college class

It really started last night.  Because my daughters is deaf and wears cochlear implants that come off at night, she needs an alarm clock that will shake the bed to wake her up. The school has one that they put in the room that is tied to the fire alarm but we had no idea how to work it. So we took her alarm clock from home that she’s used for the past 10 years.  She brings it to her…

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Dog, daughter and puppy whole lot of love

Dog, daughter and puppy whole lot of love

Enjoying another happy Saturday with my family. I’ve been up very early this morning with Zoey. At 2am I had to clean up her cage she had an “accident”. She hasn’t had an accident during the night in weeks. Ok no big deal all cleaned up and everyone was tucked back in until 5am. I wasn’t surprised since we are up around that time anyway. Then I did something new, I put her in my bed with Marshmellow and I….

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The hard part of raising a child who’s ready to go

The hard part of raising a child who’s ready to go

I was a good teenager, in realations to other teenagers. I didn’t do hardcore drugs. I didn’t break curfew. I didn’t steal. I wasn’t arrested. I helped around the house as needed. I liked my parents. I liked spending time with my parents. I became rebellious the summer I was leaving for college. I could smell the freedom. I can smell the beginning of something new. I could feel the start of my life. I hated high school. I didn’t…

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