tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post7144952335439115605..comments2024-02-11T02:09:23.512-08:00Comments on An Inch of Gray: On the RecordAnna Whiston-Donaldsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14921348961654008115noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-12172696222855680602017-03-30T10:57:36.976-07:002017-03-30T10:57:36.976-07:00This was so cute! I have a 17 and 14 year old and ...This was so cute! I have a 17 and 14 year old and I am a few years older than you. Yesterday, I was just thinking about my kids when they were little and all the really funny things that they did. I thought "where was youtube and viral video when my kids were little? They would be on Ellen all the time and I would be RICH!" So jealous that you have this second chance :)<br />KimLnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-22234033812287964752017-03-28T17:58:45.464-07:002017-03-28T17:58:45.464-07:00Hi Anna,
I love that thought: A Collection of Day...Hi Anna,<br /><br />I love that thought: A Collection of Days. Life certainly is that. I think of you often these days, as strange as that may seem for someone who has never met you. But, I have an 18 year old son. He is my youngest son. And as I watch him wind his way through his senior year, waiting for college acceptance and rejection letters, planning for his future, I think of your Jack and what that might have been like for him and for you. I have learned a lot from your writing these last few years, about slowing down and appreciating the day I am in. My days are richer because you chose to share Jack's story and your continuing story. I wish you peace and many days full of loving memories of Jack and new memories of Margaret and Andrew. A Collection of Days. Perhaps that could be the title of your next book. <br /><br />Be well.<br /><br />Margaret<br /><br />Margaret Enoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-87493385576684841622017-03-27T12:55:20.149-07:002017-03-27T12:55:20.149-07:00Love the way you write. You made my day. Thank you...Love the way you write. You made my day. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-29332982290729093172017-03-25T13:22:13.550-07:002017-03-25T13:22:13.550-07:00Amazing piece, Anna. The minds and hearts of thos...Amazing piece, Anna. The minds and hearts of those around us are recording us, even if the cameras might not be. I need to remember that.<br /><br />Also, I spotted a missing word. Foreign objects phrase is missing "in", methinks.<br /><br />love,<br />jbhat Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-69825330233059173202017-03-25T12:53:37.251-07:002017-03-25T12:53:37.251-07:00i really loved this post. it was so subtle and un...i really loved this post. it was so subtle and understated but there's so much there. i love the way it seems to meander but it actually under control. that's all.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-87266650815493391122017-03-25T04:59:06.569-07:002017-03-25T04:59:06.569-07:00Long time reader
Thanks so much for this
Much ne...Long time reader <br />Thanks so much for this <br />Much needed reflection Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-33991508135031746252017-03-24T18:25:53.574-07:002017-03-24T18:25:53.574-07:00You have it just right, Anna. A collection of day...You have it just right, Anna. A collection of days....some longer than others. God bless you and that precious baby and even that teenager. lol Sometimes they need more love than anyone else in the family. I had 4 kids and three of them were teenagers at the same time. I lived through it and even enjoyed moments of it (almost as many moments as the ones I hated). Happy weekend- xo DianaNanaDianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14298962791700019785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-76327856412221386592017-03-24T16:47:46.246-07:002017-03-24T16:47:46.246-07:00Yes, your ending said what I was thinking as I rea...Yes, your ending said what I was thinking as I read! It's not our actions on any one day that define us; life is an accumulation of days, with all their variety of moods, and actions, and words. Hopefully, the net effect will be good, no matter our shortcomings.Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-4350787878661837352017-03-24T12:22:01.318-07:002017-03-24T12:22:01.318-07:00Thank you for this Anna. You are a bright light of...Thank you for this Anna. You are a bright light of hope and laughter in my long days and nights of hope and fear.❤greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11946915095093524749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-11813040821423760612017-03-24T10:47:29.279-07:002017-03-24T10:47:29.279-07:00I have often thought how interesting it would be t...I have often thought how interesting it would be to have a recording of my family's dinner conversation: the sniping at each other (kids), the reminders about table manners, the constant interruptions of each other. <br />I believe it would make me cringe! I try to correct my kids in a non-nagging way but I don't really think I succeed. My husband gets so irritated at the interruptions while he's talking and I have a tendency to just roll with them and return to the conservation. Am I really as rude as he makes me out to be? Maybe I am but I do not like to think so.<br />More importantly, I truly believe to listen to how we talk to each other and the tone of our voices would make such an impact without anyone saying a word.<br />I haven't had the nerve to try it yet. One day . . . Kathy Taylornoreply@blogger.com