Just Let Me Warm My Tea

I canceled everything today, to enjoy a rainy day at home with the kiddos. I haven’t had a full day at home in so long. I plan on getting lots done – but for now I am still in my pjs at 9:30am, in my bed, with a cup of tea, staring at a blank…

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Winter Butt

I want to eat healthy. I really do. But right now, as I sit here writing, I want a snack. Being the great mom I am, I made these yummy things, because I love the squeals of joy when the kids walk in after school. Being the stupid mom I am, I thought I could…

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Dirty Drinkware

My son looks like a perfect angel to me as I watch him sleep on the couch this morning. Fifteen years old, his chiseled facial features look flawless as he lays there with his eyes closed. I smile and my heart breaks a little as I catch a glimpse of unruly, random whiskers sticking out…

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Shiraz And World Peace

And then there is mom. Pretty sure I’d fall to pieces without dear old mom. We say that so light heartedly sometimes – “dear old mom.” The reality is, really, I would fall to pieces. Anyone who knows me well, knows this to be true. My friends often envy my relationship with my mother, and…

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Cakes, Vomit, and Love

As I sat in bed last night, enjoying what seemed to be the millionth episode of “Cake Boss,” with Buddy Valastro’s biggest fan,(my 9 year old daughter), I was jolted out of my half asleep, sort of spaced out relaxation mode, by a loud, roaring sound that caused me to scream, concerned my daughter had…

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Homemade Love

It’s midnight and I am eating a bowl of Cream of Wheat. I put berries in it, because that makes it grown up Cream of Wheat. I am extremely nostalgic. It doesn’t take much for this mind of mine to drift back to memories of my youth. Even this very late dinner does that. It…

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Mom’s Faithful Table

It’s about six feet long, four feet wide, made of a sturdy, old formica….and it knows all of my secrets. If mom’s kitchen table could talk, I’d be in big trouble. It’s edges are lovingly worn from our elbows leaning, and our hands running across the smoothness as we share our hearts. My mother and…

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