I’m Grateful for This Life on the Playroom Floor
I don't remember having a playroom as a child, but now, every house seems to have one, including ours. When…
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I don't remember having a playroom as a child, but now, every house seems to have one, including ours. When…
Continue ReadingI love marking the moments, the ones that count—making a note and storing them for memory. But I often miss…
Continue ReadingTwo weeks after my daughter was born, my dad drove from Pennsylvania to our home in Florida to stay with…
Continue ReadingWhen I was growing up, my family didn’t have traditions. We didn’t celebrate anything. Up until a certain age, I…
Continue ReadingThe other day I had a suggestion from a friend: sometimes you have to pay for the memories. Her comment…
Continue ReadingIt’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and I hate it. Every twinkling light, every cute decoration, every song,…
Continue ReadingWe get 12 times to play Santa (if we’re lucky). This phrase stopped my scroll on a Sunday evening. I had…
Continue ReadingWhen a mama asks for experience gifts for her kids for Christmas, please don’t take it as she’s ungrateful or…
Continue ReadingA month ago, my mom unexpectedly passed away. She was a vibrant 62-year-old grandma to my 4-year-old son who regularly…
Continue ReadingShe turns four this month. How did that happen so quickly? Wasn’t I just watching her tiny profile on the…
Continue ReadingIn 2009, I took my almost 5-year-old to a concert. The artist was Taylor Swift, a still somewhat new artist,…
Continue ReadingTime. It's a weird thing. It passes ever-so-quickly. It’s a thief in the night. Yet somehow it stands still. It never…
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