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Making Time For Friendship
It was 9:30 pm and we were tired. A few hours earlier, my dear friend and I had carpooled 80 or so miles northeast from the city we both live in to her hometown of Milwaukee. We arrived at her parent’s house and, after a quick dinner and a stop at her favorite childhood ice…
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5 Steps to a Clean House
There are few things in life that bring me peace the way a clean house does. When the pasta sauce has been scrubbed off the counter (and the floor, and the wall, and the chair leg) and the garlic bread crumbs have been swept up, I’m filled with glee. It only lasts until the next…
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My Least Favorite Four Letter Word
The diet industry has led to me to believe that my food-related failings – of which there are many – are rooted somewhere deep in my psyche, and it’s up to me to figure out where. For a while, I kept a food journal. When that didn’t work, I tried to “eat mindfully”, taking note…
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Why I Don’t Feel Guilty for Being a Busy Mom
As featured on Scary Mommy Before I had kids, I thought I was busy. I honestly believed working 40 hours every week, practicing yoga, and grocery shopping left me with no time for all the other things I wanted to do with my life. Okay, you can stop laughing now. Really – knock it off!…
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Pets After Kids: A Confession
Before our kids came along, my husband and I bought our cats expensive food, had the time to brush their fur lovingly, and the patience to indulge their every request for cuddles. They were our pride and joy. It’s not like we ever threw birthday parties for them or anything, partly because they’re both rescues…
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Top 3 REAL Reasons Moms Go to Starbucks
“But if I’m honest with you, the real reason I’m paying $6 for a drink whose primary ingredient is ice? Because I just need a break.”
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Serenity Now: Self-Care for Burnt Out Moms
If I were to stack Legos on top of one another, adding a new piece every time I was beckoned during the day, the stack would grow into a tower capable of reaching the moon by dinnertime.
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Elastic Waistbands: A Love Story
I’m one of those women whose waistline expands faster than a marshmallow in a microwave within weeks of seeing two pink lines on a pregnancy test.