The Joy and Pain of Regaining My Personal Space
I can watch the occassional television show without my daughter asking to nurse. I can eat a full meal -at…
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I can watch the occassional television show without my daughter asking to nurse. I can eat a full meal -at…
Continue ReadingThe morning rush. The afternoon rush. The evening rush. If you’re anything like I am, you are constantly telling your…
Continue ReadingMy son informed me the other day that I haven’t written a blog post in nearly a year. And not…
Continue ReadingThis morning at the breakfast table my three-year-old asked, “Am I going to stay little?” We had been getting her…
Continue ReadingWhile in the thick of raising three humans who were conceived and born within a 42 month split-second, I considered…
Continue ReadingFrom the moment I met you, I held you in my arms. Cradled your body next to mine. I breathed…
Continue ReadingMy second child left for college this fall and while I have been going through the expected sadness of seeing…
Continue ReadingI’m sitting in a room of about a hundred women, wiping tears that have gone from a light misting to…
Continue ReadingWell, we’re seven years in and we’ve managed to side-stepped the whole minivan situation. Regardless, I certainly wasn’t expecting Tater…
Continue ReadingToday I looked in the rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of you, staring out the window, your eyes…
Continue ReadingMy husband and I had been dating for about a year and a half when he popped the question. He…
Continue ReadingLife is good. Summer air feels warm and sweet on bare shoulders. Screen doors slam. Watermelon stains my children's chins…
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