We're All A Little Broken

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  • Bearing Each Other’s Burdens

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    I was honored, and a little (okay a lot!) nervous to be invited as the featured speaker at Atascadero United Methodist Church as part of their annual Mental Health Awareness Sunday. The key word to me in that sentence is “annual”…..every year for the past few years they have set aside one Sunday in the…

  • This is Why..

    This is Why..

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    This is a post I have been pondering for quite some time. Truth be told, I’ve written it dozens of times in my head, but hesitated to send the words out into the world. Why? Because as much as I KNOW this post isn’t about any one person, I am pretty certain that there are…

  • The “Aha” Moment

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    About 10 months ago, we made the decision to start my son on medication to help manage his anxiety, panic attacks, and depression. Since then the type of medication has changed, an additional medication has been added, and the dosage on both has been increased several times. It’s been a process. At the beginning of…

  • Pasta – With a Side of Perspective and Persistence

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    A dyslexic, an Aspie and their mother are sitting around a table… That almost sounds like the start of a bad joke. But it isn’t. It was dinner time in our house last night. On most weeknights, dinner is a rushed affair in our house. We eat early so that anybody who has an evening practice,…

  • Me and My Shadow

    Me and My Shadow

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    Several months ago, I developed a habit of getting up early in the morning and walking. I take the same route every day – just a little over 2 miles around and through my neighborhood – and usually start and finish the walk at approximately the same time each day. In other words, there is a…

  • It’s Okay to Cry

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    We’re in Philadelphia for a few days. As we walked around near Independence Hall today, we spotted this… As my son walked past it he said, “Sometimes you have to cry. It’s okay to cry” Yes it is. 

  • OUR FAMILY. Real. Raw. Broken. Beautiful.

    OUR FAMILY. Real. Raw. Broken. Beautiful.

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    When I started We’re All A Little Broken, I was intentional about not using pictures or names of my family. Even though I am telling our story, I also know that this story could be that of so many other families. So I was intentional about not using our names or pictures. Now half a…

  • If Not Here, Then Where?

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    I’ve lost count of the number of hours I have spent in the waiting rooms of doctors, therapists, and specialists in the past 2 years. I would wager that the total number is well into the hundreds. Hour, upon hour, upon hour has ticked away while I sat waiting for my son. Some of those…

  • The Letter I Delivered Today

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    The premise of this blog is that we all – every single person – faces internal challenges, struggles and obstacles. That is reality. I started back in April writing about how our family  is so much more than you see on the surface. Much of what we deal with on a daily basis stems from my…

  • In Case of Emergency

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    Yesterday was the first day of school. And predictably at the end of the day the kids came home with the stacks paper – some of it actually needed my attention, and much of it went straight into the recycling pile. Among the items that needed my attention was the reminder to send in an…