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    When It’s Not What You Thought It Would Be.

    Somewhere in the middle of the day, I thought it. I’m pretty sure I was climbing the 12,327 steps up from my garage to my kitchen.   I’m pretty sure my arms were loaded down with reusable grocery bags. I’m pretty sure my hair was unwashed, I had a school lunch in ten minutes, and the smell of the raw…

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    Stand or Kneel?

    We’ve had hurting hearts lately, haven’t we?  Harvey, Irma, Mexico City, Maria… Standing versus kneeling. It’s amazing, isn’t it?  The human heart. It’s able to be broken because of devastating loss of life and property while rallying together as one nation under God around our hurting communities,  and instantly swing the pendulum and split into two over President Trump’s remarks and the…

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    Dear Carline Nap Mom…

    Dear Mom Who Is Sleeping in Carline, I get it. Don’t feel embarrassed that the crossing guard has to blow her whistle at you to wake you up because half of the cars in line have gone ahead while you sit, blissfully unaware in your slumber.   Two days ago, it was someone else who was dozing in her gray…

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    Expectation Vs. Hope

    I fell in love with coffee my freshman year of college.  I’m sure it was the fact that I was running on fumes from the schedule that barely kept my head above water and also the late night pining away of my heart for the love of my life who lived some 300 miles away and saved his long distance rewards points for…

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    I Have a Name.

    We tried to get pregnant for seven years with each of our babies. And truthfully, after a year or two or five, people often forget you’re trying to conceive or they think you’ve given up.  If anyone does ask, it’s almost always a “You STILL haven’t had a baby?”  Or the dreaded, “Ohhhhh, I’m so sorry” awkward conversation. Imagine the…

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    Green Eyed Monsters.

    I don’t remember the first time I felt it. Maybe it was when my cousin got the purple Velcro Nike sneakers that all the seven year olds were getting while I wore my non-descript generic ones. It could have been when a friend at my lunch table opened her lunch box and had the strawberry Capri-Suns that everyone was raging…

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    I’m Not Gonna Miss This.

    Sometimes, you just need to talk to your sister. Mine called me tonight about something insignificant and as our conversations many times do, we ended up in a therapy session of sorts-  the younger one fixing the older one this time.  (We take turns on most things and I’m glad tonight was my turn.) Nothing paint peeling happened today.  (Ok, minus…

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    I’m Just Not That Mom.

    I love Pinterest. I mean, I LOVVVVVE it.  I love to sit and gaze at recipe after recipe, bedroom after bedroom, quote after quote, and meme after meme.  I can easily lose myself in the world of dreaming and wishing and planning.  And in my fantasy reality, I am able to make the cutest little arrows to go on my…

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    Guilt Is a Thief.

    Guilt is a thief. It comes in and plays a wicked game, totally convincing you that it has your child’s best interests at heart and that’s why it’s making you second guess everything in your life from the kind of bread you buy to the way you just spoke to your child, and from the kind of schooling you’ve chosen to the…

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    My Small Gang.

    There are some things in life I would be willing to do without if I had to. Bottled water. Mechanical pencils. My garbage disposal. High heels. The dishwasher. Spanx. Dryer sheets. However, there are things I refuse to imagine my life without. Coffee. Keurig. Air conditioning. A washer and dryer. Deodorant. Coffee. Shampoo and conditioner. Razors. My family. Clean sheets. Coffee. And my girlfriends.   (and…