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Don’t Forget To Breathe
A day. A breather. A respite. I’ve been in Atlanta for a couple of weeks helping Melody and Chris and baby Sloane–a treat and privilege beyond what I could have imagined. I leave early in the morning for Austin to be with Mark and Jillian and their two boys for some Nana time. Right…
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Happy Independence Life?
Independence Day. America’s birthday. Freedom to be us as a nation. Freedom to tell others, “You’re not the boss of me.” I understand independence. Anyone who’s ever grown up understands independence. That deep desire to be and do what we believe is right for us. As a nation, we came together as people who’d been misunderstood, unappreciated,…
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The Best Laid Plans Aren’t Always The Best
She waited. For the right moment. A crowd was present. It could be indicative of what she expects in the future. Sloane Sibben entered the world after stubbornly staying put longer than the comfort level of her mom. No amount of labor would move that child from her warm space. They had to do a…
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Why Wait When Whining Works?
Waiting is the pits. Anticipation doesn’t always stir my heart with exhilaration. Whether it’s the expectation of time with a special person or the excitement of a long awaited event, time passes with the slowness of a crippled snail. Not a fan of slow snails. I’m in Atlanta, awaiting the arrival of Sloane, Chris and Melody’s daughter. The…
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The Fearsome Fuss Cycle
I sat with grins galore as I watched Tiffany try to feed Brooklyn. Brooklyn, at six months of age, has already demonstrated that she’s an independent thinker. Her parents have been trying for quite some time to get her to eat people food. Not steak and fries, mind you. The pulverized, looks-like-it’s-already-been-chewed kind of food. Veggies and fruit that look…
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