Jilanne Hoffmann: Cookies

I cried.  So much more than cookies, the way we attach to our lessons, the things we think they mean, the agony of our missteps.  I can relate to this 100 times.  _/\_

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hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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2 Responses to Jilanne Hoffmann: Cookies

  1. macjam47 says:

    What a heartbreaking and heartwarming story.

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