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Bagels
Getting back to the root of blogging with uninterrupted, narcissistic rambling. * Part of having a toddler means having to parent a toddler in front of an audience; play-dates, family dinners, in line...
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Freewrite: Worst Days
Getting back to the root of blogging with uninterrupted, narcissistic rambling. * It’s 9:19pm and I’ve had one of the worst parenting days I’ve had in a long time. A 5am wake up followed by a morning...
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Freewrite: In Case You Ask
How was your Christmas? This is what we ask each other until sometime around January 10th when we remember winter doesn’t end with Santa; this is our life now. All these layers of clothes and chapped...
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Freewrite: On Home
It is January and a new year. A time of transition from the holiday bubble back to our normal life. Life without Christmas cookies and old home movies. Life uncomplicated by childhood nostalgia and...
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Dear Diary
This morning I woke up and decided to throw in the towel, carpe the diem, and call it a day before it began. I got a book in the mail a few days ago, The Fault In Our Stars by John Green, and wanted...
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Letting Go
Hello Tuesday. It has been a rough couple of days following a rough couple of weeks. Everyone has been sick or crabby or overwhelmed with long to do lists and projects pushed on the back-burner. Even...
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Freewrite: Summer
Getting back to the root of blogging with uninterrupted, narcissistic rambling. * Yesterday I wore maternity Spanx and Austin’s T-shirt all day, that was the gravity of the laundry situation. Today...
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Freewrite: Unicorns and Orange Popsicles
Getting back to the root of blogging with uninterrupted, narcissistic rambling. * My brain is full these days. I was approached to write a book on faith a few months ago, and now I’m here sitting and...
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Freewrite: Not Leaving The Internet To Make Jam
Getting back to the root of blogging with uninterrupted, narcissistic rambling. + At least once a week while I’m lying in bed trying to fall asleep, a strange panic seizes me by the throat and I...
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This will be awkward if I actually have gestational diabetes.
When a woman reaches 28 weeks of pregnancy, she is asked to take a glucose test to screen for gestational diabetes. Maybe you’re familiar with it! First you drink a bottle of what looks like Kool-Aid...
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Winter Skin
I don’t have many good sentences in me these days. I know they’re floating around there somewhere, but even when I find one, it’s broken into fragments and full of misspellings and the wrong you’re....
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Getting back to the root of blogging with uninterrupted, narcissistic rambling. * Yesterday I wore maternity Spanx and Austin’s T-shirt all day, that was the gravity of the laundry situation. Today I’m...
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Getting back to the root of blogging with uninterrupted, narcissistic rambling. * My brain is full these days. I was approached to write a book on faith a few months ago, and now I’m here sitting and...
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Getting back to the root of blogging with uninterrupted, narcissistic rambling. + At least once a week while I’m lying in bed trying to fall asleep, a strange panic seizes me by the throat and I think...
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When a woman reaches 28 weeks of pregnancy, she is asked to take a glucose test to screen for gestational diabetes. Maybe you’re familiar with it! First you drink a bottle of what looks like Kool-Aid...
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I don’t have many good sentences in me these days. I know they’re floating around there somewhere, but even when I find one, it’s broken into fragments and full of misspellings and the wrong you’re....
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