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Dear Kids, Sorry I was a jerk…
Dear Kids, I’m sorry I was a jerk. I wish you knew that sometimes when the house is dark and quiet, I come in and watch you breathe for a minute. I wonder there in the stillness if you know how much I love you. I think about the things I could have said differently,…
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Dear Daughters, Get tattoos if you want…
I came across some horse-crappery today. It was an article called Men Prefer Debt-Free Virgins Without Tattoos. The title alone makes me vacillate between puking in my mouth, and wanting to run in to my street and scream a Katy Perry song. I don’t have any tattoos, but I love them and now I guess…
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Confessions of a Mom who Struggles
I have had really bad days of motherhood. I have had really good days of motherhood. When am I a good mom? On all the days.
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Dear Mama, When you’re running on empty…
Dear Mama, When you’re running on empty and all you can smell are the fumes of your former self, I see you. You’re not alone. There are women all around you who get it, even if you’ve never met. They’re rocking their babies to sleep, they’re tending sick kids, they’re trying to manage their frazzled…
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To my “anytime” friends:
To my “anytime” friends: You know who you are. You are the ones I can text in the middle of an anxiety or depression spiral to let you know what’s going on, and you text back to remind me of who I am and that it’s going to be okay. You are the ones that…
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Dear Kids, I am yours for keeps.
Dear Kids, My heart is yours. You can’t earn it and you don’t ever need to deserve it. I’ve already given it, and I never want it back. You can push me away, you can roll your eyes, you can slam the door when you walk into your room. I will always be here, right…
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Dear Teachers, Thank you.
One of my sons took off in school like he was jet propelled. He was built for book learning and he thrived. His parent-teacher conferences always felt like a nice pat on the back; they’d say things like: “thriving”, “top of his class”, “exceptional”. My other son, he’s just as smart. He’s a noticer. Ever…
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Embracing a “Boring” Summer
To be honest, the upcoming summer has brought me a little anxiety. I usually love the long, lazy days with nowhere to be unless we feel like it, but this year I’ve been feeling some pressure to “make it epic”. We aren’t traveling this year or sending the kids to any camps, we aren’t really…
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Dear Anxiety,
You have always been a part of my story. You’ve come in waves and seasons. Sometimes you were quiet and sometimes you were loud. When I was a little girl I spent long sleepless nights while fearful thoughts circled endlessly through my brain. I couldn’t figure out how to turn you off. I knew it…
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Date night, nachos, and other important marriage advice.
We’ve now been married twelve years. This means we walked down the aisle when neither of us could legally drink. It was okay though because Graham’s older siblings bought us wine coolers sometimes. Our fights back then consisted of Graham falling asleep mid-sentence and me rage driving to Wendy’s for a middle of the night…