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Love On The Side
My eyes follow his every move. I wonder if he can feel my gaze on him as it travels over him. Does it warm his skin the way it warms my heart? Are my thoughts loud enough for him to hear because he just looked over at me and did that little nod he does… Read More Love On The Side
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This Is Not Just A Sweater
“If I close my eyes, I can see her sitting on the brown velour seventies couch in our living room wrapped in that ugly green sweater, relaxing with each passing minute as though cocooned in a blissful state of peace.” – Little Miss Wordy My little tribute to my own mom is featured today at… Read More This Is Not Just A Sweater
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Will The Internet Catch You When You Fall?
The internet is a funny thing. It can suck you into a time-consuming black hole of social media, leaving you informed on news you could have lived the rest of your life not knowing. Last year, I wrote “When 547 Facebook Friends + 832 Twitter Followers = A Negative Number.” It was about a beautiful friendship… Read More Will The Internet Catch You When You Fall?
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Lessons From A Third Grade School Performance
I watched you from my seat in the second row of the right side of the auditorium. Your eyes scanned the room, row by row panning left and right, left and right. Hands in your pockets, you stood tall and attentive, fully aware your third grade performance would begin at any moment. You had the… Read More Lessons From A Third Grade School Performance
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“Moms Vs. Award Season: Who Are You Wearing?”
Through the years, the typical mom outfit has morphed from the days June Cleaver stood in her immaculate home in high heels and dress topped with a kitchen apron and strand of pearls. Moms in the nineties embraced a high waisted jean (I’m talking above the belly button) which made every woman wearing them appear… Read More “Moms Vs. Award Season: Who Are You Wearing?”
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I Feel Your Pain
I watched her as she softly rubbed her pregnant belly, and followed her gaze to the mother who was holding her infant as close to her as possible given the IV and monitors between them. I imagine she could feel that mother’s pain as she caressed the unborn child within her. She glanced down at her… Read More I Feel Your Pain
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To My Daughter: It’s A World Full Of Sea Glass
Dear Olivia Rose, Twelve years ago you entered the world and as I held you in my arms and looked into your eyes, I once again voiced the many promises I had been whispering for months as I gently rubbed my growing belly. I promised to always love you with all my heart. I promised you… Read More To My Daughter: It’s A World Full Of Sea Glass
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Dear Mom, Can You Tell Me How You’ve Done It?
Dear Mom, I can imagine the feeling of sheer joy you felt the day he was born. I can imagine the peace that blanketed you while your arms blanketed him. I can imagine the look in your eyes as you looked into his, and thanked the Lord for another healthy child. I can imagine how… Read More Dear Mom, Can You Tell Me How You’ve Done It?
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Pearl Jam meets WrestleMania
As a mom, there’s nothing sweeter than seeing your kids showing each other some love. Those moments when they are hugging each other and smothering each other in sweet smooches is priceless. However, on more than one occasion that loving moment can quickly turn into a full-blown scene the likes of which WrestleMania can only… Read More Pearl Jam meets WrestleMania
