From C (this was from the morning of Sept. 1, before they knew their mom was alive):

J,

We are all here, except my mom and there is no word on her right now and the death toll in Harrison County where she lives is on the rise. We are just hoping that her house stood or she was able to get to somewhere safe but it was pretty bad there when we last spoke and the eye wall hadn’t even hit.

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To: Wacky Mommy
Subject: Friday Rally: Mothers and Children Against War and Occupation
From: Portland Peaceful Response Coalition

Events Calendar!

Friday, September 2nd, 2005 5:00 PM – NOW and PPRC Friday Rally and March – Mothers and Children Against War and Occupation!

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Wacky Sister and i have been stomachs-in-knots cuz our dear sweet friends C and R live outside of New Orleans and we know how bad it is there. No, we don’t, those of us who aren’t there. But we’ve heard, and we’ve seen pictures. R’s house on the lake is destroyed, C’s house (in Baton Rouge) has been without power. But the scariest news was that their mom, who lives in Gulfport, Miss., could not be located. But she found a friend who had cell service and she called and she is OK she is alive, thank God. Yay to moms!!!!!

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We went school shopping today. Honest to God, parents should get combat pay for spending an hour at Gap Kids trying fifty pairs of jeans on their wiggly little almost-five-year-old. Out of these fifty, two fit. Sort of.

Yes, there were 2 (two) dressing rooms for 800 (eight hundred) children.

Jeans were on sale. Yes, her three-year-old brother had to go along. Fine with him, as he enjoys licking the filthy carpets in dressing rooms and spends most of his time in there rolling about like a little puppy in a meadow.

Signed,

Tired Wacky Mommy

“Writing is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as the headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”

–E.L. Doctorow, writer (1931- )

“It is necessary to have purpose.”

— Alice #1, “I, Mudd”, stardate 4513.3

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It’s August, ladies. And those of you who are ten months pregnant have Wacky Mommy’s empathy. So here are a few little comments my Wacky Sister sent me, to cheer me up the August I was ten months p.g. with Wacky Girl:

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“Minutus cantorum, minutus balorum, minutus carborata descendum pantorum.”

(“A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants.”)

first blog from Wacky Boy:

I like to play video games. I like to jump in the swimming pool. I like to play with games.

Wacky Girl: He likes to go in my room and mess up my bed.

WB: Yeah.

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“Courage is the price that life extracts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things.”

— Amelia Earhart, aviator (1897-1937)