All posts tagged: Breast Cancer

May 11th

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This is my last journal entry. Mrs. Loeb wants to collect the journals early because she says that she’s going to need a couple of weeks if we expect her to read through them all before the end of the school year. So, I guess that this is the end. I’m not sure, yet, if I’m going to start a new journal. I kind of feel like I don’t really need to keep a journal […]

May 4th

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adolescent fiction / Uncategorized / Young Adult Fiction

Yesterday, we celebrated Mother’s Day the same way that we’ve celebrated it every year since my mother’s death; we went to the cemetery. I don’t like going to the cemetery, but my father does. He talks to my mother’s grave as if she’s really there, listening to him. I can’t do that. Even though I know that my mother’s body is buried there, I just don’t like the idea of talking to a bunch of […]

April 27th

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Before you start thinking that I’m some sort of psycho who has a split personality or something, I think that you should know that the bad memories haven’t suddenly disappeared. They’re all still there, swirling around in my head. Where else would they be? After all, they’re a part of me. I just have to make sure that I don’t let myself become obsessed with them again. That’s all. Not that it isn’t hard sometimes. […]

January 19th

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adolescent fiction / Young Adult Fiction

In case you were wondering, my father won the latest battle. I am still sitting on my hair. But, that’s O.K. Because, you know what? It suddenly occurred to me the other day that, no matter how many battles he wins, my father will not win the war. I am not going to be a kid forever. Someday, I’ll have a home and a life of my own. And, when I do, I’ll get a […]

January 12th

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I am so annoyed. My father and I are fighting about my hair…again. He doesn’t want me to get a haircut. Ever. I would like to trim an inch or two off the bottom every once in a while (just to keep it looking healthy and manageable and neat). So far, he has won every battle. I haven’t had a haircut since my mother died. But I am not about to give up the fight. […]

January 5th

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adolescent fiction / Young Adult Fiction

I’ve been thinking about it a lot and…well…maybe I’m selling my friends short. The truth is that I have read lots of books about people going through situations completely and utterly different from my own whose lives I think I comprehend quite well. I certainly didn’t have to travel to the fifth dimension myself in order to understand what Meg and Charles Wallace went through when they “tessered” across time and space in order to […]

December 29th

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adolescent fiction / Young Adult Fiction

I have been so unbelievably bored this past week (post-Christmas letdown, I guess) that I actually cleaned out my closets and reorganized my room. You wouldn’t believe how much stuff I purged. I filled a giant cardboard box with old toys (my dad is going to take them to the hospital and donate them to the children’s ward). And I gave most of my old board games to my little brother. I don’t need them […]

October 27th

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adolescent fiction / Young Adult Fiction

Memory is a tricky thing. Here I am bragging that I have every book that I have ever read stored somewhere in my memory banks, and I can’t even remember important life events. In fact, there’s a lot that I wish I could remember that I can’t. For instance, last Thursday I was poking around in one of the closets in the hallway on the second floor, when I discovered something else about my past […]

October 13th

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I don’t know exactly how old I was when I started to read, but I do know that my passion for books began long before my mother died. Until she got too sick to get out of bed anymore, we always made a weekly trip to the library to check out new stories to read. One time, the librarian in charge of the children’s department told my mother that she felt that I had already […]