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This Wasn’t The Plan
When you’re about to have a baby, people love to encourage you with the wonders of a newborn and the reality and responsibility of new parenthood. Or they tell horror stories of their own labor and delivery. Nobody wants to hear those, but there’s something in the telling that lets women remind themselves they lived to…
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To Kill The Mocking Grass
I’m not a gardener by choice or design. I have a knack for killing things that are green and growing. I garden because we own a home. A necessary evil to stay in the good graces of our HMO. And the neighbors. Saturday we typically mow the yard. What I enjoy about that is it’s…
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I’m Supposed To Be Thankful For That?
I grew up during the era when sending thank-you letters for gifts received was a mandatory act. Even if I didn’t like what I got. I remember receiving clothes that I thought were hideous. Things I’d never wear. Clothes, I was convinced, that were being re-gifted or had come off some end-of-season clearance rack. Purchased…
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Where Is The Force When I Need It?
Walking through stores in this pre-holiday fiasco of financial incentives that encourage mindless spending, I’m intrigued how merchandising drives our purchases. I was with Sydney, wandering through the toy section of a store, pushing Ryken in his stroller, his head rotating like an owl as he looked at the stuff and clutter around him. We came upon…
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