Saying Goodbye to The Tooth Fairy

Charlotte named her most recent loose tooth, Gerald. He took so long to come out, she got a little attached. She brought him to me in a ziplock, as I lay in bed wondering why there was a ziplock hanging over my face. She suggested I just give her the dollar, or better yet a…

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Sometimes We Have To Change.

This morning I woke up my 10 year old daughter. Need I say more? I’ll explain for those of you who don’t have kids in double digits. Waking a child who doesn’t like to get up, is a frightening experience. Maybe you can imagine waking a momma bear sleeping with her baby cubs as you…

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Afraid of The Ball

I have been sitting at my desk for an hour now. I sat down to write. I even repeated the mantra in my head this morning….”writing first, writing first, writing first.” Unfortunately, catching up on text messages and rearranging my calendar for everyone came first. I do not know how to be selfish, but I…

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Life Lessons and Fake Cheese

Today I experienced something that brought to life and invigorated my senses. I tasted fine cuisine, smelled the country air, and stood in awe of creatures only seen up close by a few. Yes – I went to a country fair. The Sandwich Fair…nope – it isn’t a fair where you can taste the world’s…

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Rain, Giggles, and Exhaustion

Reason number 10,000 why having children keeps you young…..running in the rain. Today I was able to enjoy a spontaneous, special lunch with my two most moody children. This can change throughout the years – but currently they own the title. I don’t say this to insult my sweet babies, but to point out what…

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Pom Pom Status

  I’m not into status symbols. I don’t wear a lot of jewelry. I don’t get excited about fancy cars. I like having a nice home but I’ve never dreamt of a mansion. Things were different when I was a child though. When I was a child, it was all about the roller skates….. Hard…

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Chlorine, Baby Oil, and Orange Crush

  I’m passionate about antiques. I’m quite sure I was supposed to be born in the early 40s. Nothing stirs me like walking through an antique store, especially one filled with vintage treasures that now remind me of my childhood. Guess that makes meĀ “vintage.” It’s cool, right? I’m in love with these old metal gym…

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