Amber D. Coughlin
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A Kid Growing up in the 70's
A Kid Growing Up In The 70” s - What a Shit Show What the Hell were you thinking? It is believed that the stars and heavens predetermine your life path by the time and date you are born. I agree this might be true. I also think that life experiences can and do contribute to what we say, do and how we act. Unfortunately, destiny, karma and maybe even hormones play a part in disorientating our thought process. Hence creating moments in your life, you would rather forget. I look back and see one cringe worthy moment after another in my early adolescence. It crept about just waiting to pounce as it conjured in my mind abstract truths and distorted realities. The aftermath engulfed by a common theme; I am going to haunt you until your last breath. It is quite possible that in truth, “shit happens.” Somewhat proven by the following follies.
By Amber D. Coughlin5 years ago in Confessions
Edentulism
Edentulism Have you ever wondered why people lose teeth? How about the process after tooth loss? What exactly is going on in the body and mind of a person suffering from edentulism? I cannot speak for everyone. I can only tell the story from start to almost finished in hopes to educate and inspire people to take action and take care of your teeth! Are you in a relationship with your oral hygiene routine? Fall in love and stay committed with your tooth care process, because if you don’t your body will reject your teeth. Did you know; the tooth is the only body part that cannot heal itself? Teeth are also like a finger print; they are uniquely yours. (Healthline.com, 2021).
By Amber D. Coughlin5 years ago in Longevity
The Last Act
The Last Act A frigid December morning, the sun was exceptionally bright outside my window, yet my eyes and mind are still closed to what the day would bring. I had a little too much to drink last night, my body refused to move. Just need ten more minutes, hospice will be pulling up to deliver the hospital bed for the gentleman next door. I promised I would help him get situated. I said aloud, get up, get up, Jesus help me, I am not ready. Every waking moment it starts, rolling, reeling, he is dying, Did the alcohol really help me cope? Forget he is dying, forget today could be his last day, forget he can’t walk. Praying for a calm, pain free day is ultimately washed away with the certainty he is dying. Please not today, we all die, I need more time.
By Amber D. Coughlin5 years ago in Families
