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Best of the Clan of Mahlou: Third Child: Son Shane

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  The following is a post from the blog, Clan of Mahlou, that MSI Press author, Elizabeth Mahlou, maintained while writing her book, A Believer-in-Waiting's First Encounters with God .  Third Child, Son Shane Shane, born in Boston, Massachusetts in 1977, is married to Lemony, a shy girl from the Latino community who prefers to keep her anonymity (and would probably like greater anonymity than I have given to her children -- but at least I have changed all names). Shane and Lemony are the parents of two children, both of whom have had some medical issues:  Nathaniel and Nikolina . Shane was our normal child between two exceptional children, or so we thought.  Lizzie  had been precocious, skipping two grades, but we had worked with her when she was little, teaching her reading skills, genetics, and other academic subjects at a very young age. Shane, however, we more or less ignored. He was slow to walk, not walking until he was more than two years old. We were too busy with the medic

Excerpt from Divorced! (Romer): Don't Let Your Ex Make You Miserable

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From Divorced!  by Joanna Romer Don’t Let Your Ex Make You Miserable! While many divorced people want to discuss with their ex “what went wrong” with their marriage, you may find yourself coming to dread such conversations. Going through my second divorce, I told my therapist, “I feel awful after I talk with him, and I don’t know why!” The therapist’s reply: “So, don’t talk to him.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “I have to talk to him—“ “Why?” he interrupted. “You’ve got a lawyer. Everything’s pretty   much hashed out anyway.  So, don’t call him.” I was doubtful. “What if he calls me?” “Don’t answer.” Even though it seemed initially like the cowardly way of handling things, I soon found that I felt much better without the bi-weekly conversation with my ex, where we’d been trying to discuss our differences. After two weeks of not talking to him at all, I was noticeably more cheerful. As my therapist said, everything important had already been work