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mom real yoga
My mom lived on an ashram on the early eighties. She turned me on to kundalini yoga and chanting and Transcendental Meditation. That was the first time I ever knew real peace. Taylor Dane
mom father teaching
Mom, thank you. Mr. Palmer, my father I never had, thank you for teaching me what it is to be a man. Ray Rice
mom kids working-parents
Parents may be always working, parents may be in and out. When you're dropping them off with coaches, the first thing kids should be coming back and saying is, 'Mom, guess what I learned today? Guess what coach taught me today?' Ray Lewis
mom night tvs
I know my mom said as early as she can remember letting me watch TV, my one treat a week when I was like 6 was to stay up and watch 'Saturday Night Live.' Rashida Jones
mom growing-up teaching
Growing up, I was utterly oblivious to the fact that Mom was teaching me all that. But I was instantly aware of her final lesson, which was hidden in her notes and leters. As I read them I began to understand that in the end you are the only one who can make yourself happy. More important, Mom showed me that it is never too late to find out how to do it. Ruth Reichl
mom hurt children
My children, Michael and Alex, are with our Heavenly Father now, and I know that they will never be hurt again. As a mom, that means more than words could ever say Susan Smith
mom home anxiety
When I left home, I was going to ride around a little while and then go to my mom's. As I rode and rode and rode, I felt even more anxiety coming upon me about not wanting to live Susan Smith
mom children growing-up
I felt I couldn't be a good mom anymore, but I didn't want my children to grow up without a mom. I felt I had to end our lives to protect us from any grief or harm Susan Smith
mom trying news
Maybe I'm wrong," Mom said. "Maybe the world really is coming to an end." "Should I try Fox News?" I asked. Mom shuddered. "We're not that desperate," she said. Susan Beth Pfeffer
girlfriend three reason-why
In any relationship that comes to an end, there's never just a baseline reason why. You say, 'Oh, I broke up with my girlfriend.' Someone says, 'Why?' You say, 'Well, you got three hours? And then maybe after I tell you my version, you've got to talk to her. Michael Rapaport
girlfriend last lost straw
I think when he lost his girlfriend that that was the last straw for him. She was his everything. Willie Smith
brother hate hot
Hot hate is twin brother to hot love. Arthur Conan Doyle
brother vision helping
I wouldn't do the music thing if it weren't for my brother, who's a producer. He understands me and helps my vision come to life. Debby Ryan
brother writing play
My brother plays guitar and base and writes. His name is Chase Ryan. Debby Ryan
brother children growing-up
I'm a single child. I wanted a little brother or a little sister growing up, but when I think about it, I'm happy I'm an only child. Mae Whitman
brother courage football joey joseph lives pain shown
My brother Joseph is ill. He has leukemia. They say I've shown courage on the football field, but for me it's only on the field, and only in the fall. Joey lives with pain all the time. His courage is 'round the clock. I want him to have this trophy. It's more his than mine, because he's been such an inspiration to me. Marc Singer
brother florida black
Mr. Bush is an illegitimate President. In Florida, his brother Jeb deleted many black voters from the electoral registers. So this President is the result of a fraud. Hugo Chavez
brother early generous looked looking park sheet
He always called me Brother Lowe. He was always exceptionally generous to me, kind, friendly, ... He'd always be at the park early and when you looked down at the sign-in sheet it would say: 'Cheek. Radio'. That's all. Looking back, it summed him up. John Lowe
brother christmas god love offer others smile time
It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you . . . yes, it is Christmas every time you smile at your brother and offer him your hand. Teresa Calcutta
brother prayer pie
I . . . hit him . . . elsewhere.” “Where?” “In his . . .In his inguine.” “Oh, dear God.” It was unclear whether Ralston’s words were meant as prayer or blasphemy. What was clear was that the woman was a gladiator. “He called me a pie!” she announced, defensively. There was a pause. “Wait. That’s not right.” “A tart?” “Yes! That’s it!” She registered her brother’s fists and looked to Simon. “I see that it is not a compliment.” “No. It is not. Sarah MacLean