Author: Dena Abramson Babb
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Life in Black & White – Undoing Things One Brick At A Time
It’s been a rough week in our house. It’s far from peaceful or easy for any of us lately. And in the midst of that, we have begun a long talked about (and long overdue) set of renovations on the outside of our house and yard. As I gazed upon the massive pile of bricks…
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The Year of Possiblity
I almost didn’t write this blog post. I intended to write it on January 1st…but I was seriously dragging and since I am trying to be better about listening to my body and self-care, I didn’t write it that day. Then I thought I would write it while we were in Mammoth this past week. There…
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(Not a) New Year’s Resolution
I’ve never really been one for making New Year’s resolutions. I can’t say why, I just never really have. But this year feels different – and while I still hesitate to say I’m making a resolution, I am feeling inspired to make a promise to myself. Whether you want to quote The Byrds or Ecclesiastes 3:1, I think…
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Life In Black & White: Advent 2017 – Real, Raw, Broken, Beautiful
For the past few years, I have participated in a photo-a-day challenge during the season of Advent. It helps me to remember to slow down, pay attention, and notice the people and things around me. It helps me to focus on what is most important in this season that is so easily overshadowed by the busy-ness and bustle that is the rush to…
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Lessons from a Ghost of Christmas Past
We had a truly great meeting with my son’s psychiatrist yesterday. For the first time in the 18 months he’s been under the care of this doctor, my son actually looked him in the eye while he was speaking. And he smiled. And he laughed. And it was amazing. It’s still not a place he’d…
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No more, Not now, Not right, Not working, No thank you Decisions.
A couple of weeks ago, I looked at my calendar and noticed an incredibly rare sight – a weekday that was completely void of meetings, appointments, therapy, tutoring, and extracurriculars. It was slightly surreal. I wish I could say it was purposeful. It wasn’t. That wide open day was the result of a series of…
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It All Began With a Game of Cards…
25 years ago today, the man who would become my husband sauntered into my life….and never left. We were 18 and in our first year of college – at different schools, in different states. I was a California girl studying in central New York. He was a Jersey boy studying in Massachusetts. Geographically, there was…
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Hitting the Mute Button
I am my own worst critic. I know this about myself, and am constantly trying to quiet my inner critical voice. It’s a battle I have been waging with myself for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I’ll go long stretches keeping that inner critic completely silent. Other times, it feels like that inner…
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October 10th…World Mental Health Day…Also My Son’s Birthday Eve
On this day in 2005, I was 37 weeks pregnant. It was one of those 90+ degree October days we sometimes get in Southern California, and when I entered the doctor’s office for a routine weekly checkup I can remember the receptionist asking me if I had walked up the stairs because I was apparently…
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Guest Post – A Little Broken, by Owen
I am excited and proud to share this guest post written by my son. He used a writing assignment for his 6th grade English Language Arts class as an opportunity to be brave and share a piece of himself with his teacher and class. And he has agreed to let me share his words with…
We're All A Little Broken 