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Remember When I Used To Write?
I remember once, when I was visiting my hometown — I don’t recall which phase of my nomadic life I was in, so I don’t know if I was home from Waco, Nashville, Spain, Mesquite or seclusion — and I was walking into Wal Mart with my Dad, and whatever the topic was, I said…
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Metamorphosis
March 6, 2014 I’m putting myself out there by taking myself away. When I used to blog often, I was single, and I was searching for ways to fill my time — work, friends, family, movies, events, travel — and after I got married and was fully immersed in graduate school, motherhood, work, etc., my…
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Holidays & Mayhem
We bring it on ourselves, you know. I keep seeing all these panic-stricken messages about last-minute holiday shopping and wrapping and shipping and over-spending. Why do we do it? Is it unfiltered social learning? Well-formed habit? Is it others-centered? Or is it the ultimate self-centeredness? Of course, giving a gift out of the kindness of…
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The Help
Sometime last year, I started reading Kathryn Stockett’s novel, The Help after learning that my friend Candis had read it in two days and loved it. Although I tried desperately to keep art in my life in the exhausting year after my son was born, also working full time and going to graduate school a couple…
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Mother Nurture
On this, the two year anniversary of my precious child’s birth, I came across this website called Nurture Mom. At first glance, it seems amazing. The process of being pregnant, birthing, breastfeeding, and raising a child thus far have really impacted me, mostly resulting in the positive because my son is becoming an amazing person.…
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The Birthday Song
NOTE: at :37 seconds, upon hearing me say, “Do like this (and blow),” he leans forward, almost into the candle and was saying “Mmmm . . . smells good.” Then at about :47, he says, “That’s hot!” and at 1:00, “I turned it off!” Now. That should cleanse your palate of all this cakeballin’ nonsense…
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>This time a year ago
> Atticus June/July I cannot believe this little punkin is about to be two years old, or as he would say, in answer to your question, “I’m almost TWO!” What a journey he has taken me on over the past two years. Although he has been the easiest child in the world to care for…
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