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What My Father Taught Me
“Don’t you wish you had a son?” This question was often directed at my father, who has three daughters of which I am the oldest. Every time, he answered surely and quickly, “Nope. I love being a dad to girls.” And he really does. Even when the house was full of GHDs, giggling girls and…
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You Can Make His Dream Come True. Not Really.
Last night, Tom and I put on our hipster-ish clothing and went to Florida Road for date night. It was very cold, and there weren’t that many hipsters out. It was a little disappointing, so I’m glad I saved my denim shirt for later in the weekend. Anyway, this is a conversation that we had…
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Love and Fear and Frozen
There are a million reasons why I love the animated movie Frozen. Firstly, Let it Go is the greatest song of all time. YES. Well. Not officially. But its pretty phenom. Secondly, its the first animated Disney movie directed by a woman (and their highest grossing animated movie to date). What an interesting coincidence. Thirdly,…
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Word of the Day: BRAVE
Maybe its because I’m now officially in my thirties. Maybe its because of the whole marriage-children thing. Maybe its because the WiFi signal I’m on keeps freaking dropping. But it seems like everything is SO HARD. And not just for me. I bet you can think of people you know, people who are close to you,…
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Parenting is Not a Profession
Along with the chocolates, flowers and – wait, NOTHING FOR ME BECAUSE ALL MY BOYS DID NOT DO ANYTHING (insert sheepish apology from Husband here), Mother’s Day came and went with dozens of viral blogs and videos. They ranged from extolling motherhood as the hardest “job” in the world to lamenting the emphasis of mothering as the…
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To Love is To Listen
I have always been a messy person. When I was about 10 years old, we went on a school trip and my teacher was so horrified by the state of my cupboard after a few days, she took and PRINTED a photo of it to show my mom. In high school, you could rarely see…
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A Tribute to All the Mombies – My Messy, Beautiful
You may be wondering what a Mombie is, but you’ve seen her at the Mall. Dark rings under her bloodshot eyes. No make up. Cereal smeared down her shirt. Her toddler is crying because he can’t hold his truck and his juice bottle in the same hand, and the baby is licking the handle of…