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In my last post, I was really down in the dumps. I’m not going to do that thing where I pretend that I was just having a bad day-I was-but I was also being honest. I WAS whining, I’ll own that....

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I woke up this morning, thinking that this year hasn’t gone the way I planned. I thought I’d be 6 months pregnant by now. We started trying this summer. It hasn’t happened for us and the reas...

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Please call. 911. The text message from my mother-in-law wasn’t a shock. My husband’s grandpa is 94. Can barely walk. Doesn’t know who anyone is most days. She’s worn out with taking care of h...

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I’ve always been a compulsive eater. I enjoy food, love buying it, cooking it and eating it, in vast quantities. I was an overweight teenager who reached extreme thinness through starvation. I...

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Spring, spring, spring. Apologies to anyone who didn’t watch Seven Brides for Seven Brothers every other day for most of their childhood. I love spring. Here in the deep South, spring and fall ...

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When things are good… You smile at me first thing in the morning, even though we’re both worn out. We laugh in the middle of he chaos that is bedtime. We hold hands and talk about the future. We ...

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Some days fall perfectly into place, from a seamless early wakeup, followed by a bath and a cup of coffee, dressing the children and ferrying them to the park, the library and they grocery store ...

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I have to let this go, so I'm going to write it here. I have always had body issues. They started with my mother and hers started with hers. Most of the women in my family think thin=good. My...

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...or in which I become both a d*bag and a trashy parent. I had many errands to run starting at 9 this morning which resulted in me getting out of the house as fast as possible while trying to ...

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We went to the playground today, my daughters and I. The fearless one year old spent her time climbing things more than three times as high as she was. The 4 year old made a cake out of wood ch...

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I let my children watch television. There, I said it. Those dirty words. We don't have cable or local channels but I refuse to deceptively state that we don't watch television because we do,...

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So I don't forget: N: What are you doing, mama? Me: Making dinner. How about you? N: Ordering pizza. N: Did you ever get married, Mama? Me: Yep. I got married to Daddy. N: Oh, good. I ...

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In the house where I was born-home birth was still somewhat common in this area, even in the early 80's-there was no cable, or Internet, not even any radio reception. You could play records all ...

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I got married during a flashflood, in a red silk dress I bought for $20 in Chinatown. I was 5 months pregnant. I remember nervously twisting my engagement ring as my almost-husband drove carefu...

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First, I swear this is not an advertisement for how birthing naturally is the ancestral right of every woman and the culmination of how she expresses her femininity in it's purest form...whether ...

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My day begins at 7:30am. I wish it began much later. My children are 3 and 1 and I know that the wakeup time may be further from the sun in a year or so, but that doesn't make me feel much bett...

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