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I Think I Did It My Way
She’s definitely a keeper. Brooklyn and her mom and dad finally got home late Monday night from the hospital. The place where people make it their job to keep you from rest so you can get better. Tiffany had been inundated with people helping her. All the time. At all hours. Helping her and Ramsay…
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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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