tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302259849673707014.post2250305862282194867..comments2023-10-06T07:14:59.010-07:00Comments on My Next Life: C is for Calf (the baby cow kind)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909231722765498071noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302259849673707014.post-31180928851008971942012-04-10T13:07:09.376-07:002012-04-10T13:07:09.376-07:00I'm also left wanting more. I love the way you...I'm also left wanting more. I love the way you wrote this and the comparisons you drew between life experiences separated by years.Danahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272293468239097754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302259849673707014.post-56793597761671536222012-04-04T01:07:05.692-07:002012-04-04T01:07:05.692-07:00You describe things in such detail that it is easy...You describe things in such detail that it is easy to picture. Awesome that you love animals. Me too.Jessica L. Celayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13725283349220405323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302259849673707014.post-83713717522498423902012-04-03T18:07:47.878-07:002012-04-03T18:07:47.878-07:00Deep thoughts...very interesting post.Deep thoughts...very interesting post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302259849673707014.post-36625867876132971502012-04-03T09:15:32.712-07:002012-04-03T09:15:32.712-07:00very compellingvery compellingLynn Proctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302259849673707014.post-80260066770087350862012-04-03T09:15:03.837-07:002012-04-03T09:15:03.837-07:00yes i want to hear moreyes i want to hear moreLynn Proctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16349867270815243053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302259849673707014.post-75350948314445143002012-04-03T08:29:15.905-07:002012-04-03T08:29:15.905-07:00That's the end? You've got me wanting to ...That's the end? You've got me wanting to read further. No fair!<br />I used to be fascinated by cows and whenever I'd see them by the side of the road, I'd pull over and walk towards the fence, but they'd usually wander off. Last year I got to feed some cows and I was thrilled.deathwriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12981490242657443114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302259849673707014.post-76860276712551202142012-04-03T08:23:59.309-07:002012-04-03T08:23:59.309-07:00Oh, please tell me you've written about this? ...Oh, please tell me you've written about this? I want to read it. Right now!!!! Thanks for sharing this with me.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06909231722765498071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302259849673707014.post-41022057966864888552012-04-03T08:21:15.056-07:002012-04-03T08:21:15.056-07:00Oh Kate...with you it was your dad and with me it ...Oh Kate...with you it was your dad and with me it was my mom. She had munchausen by proxy, which means she made me ill to get attention for herself. Yes, she was mentally ill, but when I remember my trips to the hospital thoughout my childhood and the things she gave me to drink that caused my heart to go erratic, and caused organ damage that ruined my adult life......parental hurts are the ones that last a lifetime. For me, it's physical hurt and mental hurt. I understand.THINGS YOU'D NEVER GUESS ABOUT MEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10627183704637063465noreply@blogger.com