As I do way too often, and for way too long, I troll Facebook. When I came upon this video shared by a couple of my mom friends, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It’s real, it’s a wicked awesome reminder, and I feel she is a kindred spirit with her snacking habits. Enjoy!
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I know people who decorate their Christmas trees with new, color-coordinated themes every year. I know people who special-order pine boughs to adorn their mantles and banisters, and then have someone come in to deck the halls for them. If that’s how they roll for Christmas, more power to them. I’m sure their homes look beautiful. The tradition in our family? It isn’t Christmas unless the vintage manger scene includes a glitter ball snowman and the Star Trek ornaments share boughs with Lenox crystal reindeer. That’s how we roll. I am a perfectionist desperately trying to adopt the mantra, “perfection is overrated.” And…
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For some, it’s time in the bathroom. For others, it’s that dream that awakens them at night. For me, it’s driving. Many times my inspiration for new posts comes while behind the wheel, a narrative forming as I go for groceries or take my kids to activities. I liken it to a meditative state. So you probably shouldn’t be on the road with my Honda Odyssey (JK). I wish I had a hands-free, voice-activated recorder so I could save the thoughts as they come, because when I sit down at my computer I can’t articulate those thoughts nearly as well. But…
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This is a Christmas Story. Not the Biblical one, not the one with the adorable, bespectacled boy who pines for a Red Ryder BB gun. Still, it’s a Christmas story, but a different one. In a town near where I grew up, a girl was given shelter. But that’s about it. She went hungry under that roof, having to beg the neighbors and her classmates for food. She stole a pair of shoes and was caught doing it. Her explanation for her actions was “Because I don’t have any.” She carried a foul, unclean odor with her. Surely she suffered…
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It’s that time of year. The time of year many of us buy the more presents than for any other occasion. Christmas is almost here. I used to worry about lopsided Christmas spending on my kids, especially the year my son wanted a lego set and his twin brother wanted a simple plastic lap desk he saw at a craft store. It didn’t take long to realize cost mattered little to my kids but value did; they were elated to receive the coveted items picked from their wish list. Once I shifted my thinking, gift-giving became more enjoyable but the…
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I just realized with all the bams I’m starting to sound like my son’s culinary idol, Emeril Lagasse. But strangely it fits, as recently I learned my pot-stirring helped cook up something rather surprising. Thank you, our pediatrician said. Thank you? She had called because that afternoon my shot-fearful son was scheduled to get not one, but two vaccines. I was confused by her words. Thank you? For the mayhem of our last visit? For my son’s terrified sprint out the medical building and my cage-rattling for how the office handled (or failed to handle) my son’s intense vaccine phobia? After…
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