Monthly Archives: August 2015

Finding a Family

Ashley and Todd have been married for almost seven years and have been trying to start a family since saying, “I do.” Through some unexpected, sad, and difficult circumstances, they have the family they were looking for, even though they … Continue reading

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Tucking Tags

I have a habit. Some may call it odd or overreaching, but I think of it as a kindness. When I see a tag sticking out of someone’s shirt, I tell them. Most of the time it’s as delightfully simple … Continue reading

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Are We Grown Yet?

Today you get two kid’s comments for the price of one.  Enjoy! Me:  You’ll understand when you’re older.  Sometimes when you’re an adult and life gets too busy and crazy, it’s nice to just spend time away from all of … Continue reading

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Mama’s Hope

Have you seen the little cartoon where there is a woman on a doctor’s table, looking a bit bedraggled? The doctor says, “You’ve been diagnosed with motherhood,” or something to that effect. That’s how I feel, often. I feel overworked … Continue reading

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Dear Guy in the Mirror

Dear Guy in the Mirror, Today was my first day working out at the gym after two years of not working out at all. It was my first day trying to be invisible in front of a wall of mirrors. … Continue reading

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Facing Infertility

Infertility – an emotion packed term that effects millions of couples in the United States, “11% of the reproductive-age” women, according to The American Society of Reproductive Medicine (ASRM). For these couples, having a doctor confirm their fears is both … Continue reading

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Dear Mom Crying in the Bathroom

Dear Mom Crying in the Bathroom, I know that you didn’t see your day going like this. I know you didn’t expect to be crammed in a public restroom with your kids, begging them to behave for a minute. “Please. … Continue reading

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