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Kisses, Band-aids, and Letting Go
I ran out of band-aids again today. It shouldn’t have meant anything. Just a small box, an easy fix on the next grocery run. But standing there with the cabinet door open, it hit me like a wave: I used to keep them everywhere — in the car, in my purse, tucked in drawers and…
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Mayhem & Magic of Makeup
Makeup tutorials say “10 minutes to flawless.” In this house, 10 minutes means mascara on me, lipstick on Harper, and a suspicious sticky mess on the cat. Perfectly normal, right? Let’s get one thing out of the way: I am not one of those women. You know the ones… glowing skin, flawless foundation, winged eyeliner so sharp…
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Board by Board, Nail by Nail
Some people build houses. My husband builds dreams. I come to him with ideas…half-formed visions and whispered what ifs. “What if we opened up the space?” “What if the porch wrapped around?” “What if we made it feel like home?” And he listens. Then, one board at a time, one nail after another, he brings it to…
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Chocolate Patches and Coffee Chaos
I stay up way too late most nights—not because I don’t need sleep, but because it’s the only time that belongs to me. After the last cup is rinsed and the final child has settled (sometimes after one more water, one more hug, one more meltdown), I find myself curled up with a book I’ve already…
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You Are Seen
Sometimes you can feel invisible in the very space you create, the home you manage, the life you hold together. Have you ever felt alone in a crowded room? Not sad. Not depressed. Just…aware. Aware of how easily people pass by you. How often your presence is felt in what you do…but not always in…
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Crumb of the Day: Crumbs, Chaos, and Capri Suns
This was supposed to be the day I finally felt accomplished. I had mopped. Not spot-cleaned. Not “grab a wet rag with my foot” cleaned. I mopped…the entire downstairs. Wood-look tile gleaming like a Pinterest dream. My back ached, the mop water was almost clear, and my pride? Immaculate. It was such a rare win,…
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Potato in the Pantry, Crackers in the Fridge
They say don’t cry over spilled milk, but no one warned me about finding a potato in the pantry snack bin… or a sleeve of crackers tucked neatly beside the turkey in the deli drawer. At this phase of motherhood, my greatest hack is the self-serve snack drawer in the fridge…stocked with fruits, cheese sticks,…
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The Invisible Hero
Some days, I believe I could disappear and no one would notice…as long as the Capri Suns stayed stocked and the WiFi was stable. I move through rooms like a ghost with a messy braid, carrying armfuls of toys and mental to-do lists no one else sees. I pick up shoes that somehow multiply like…
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Pants Optional, Sanity Sold Separately
This morning, I forgot my pants. Not all the way, don’t worry, leggings were involved. But I walked out the door with one kid holding a juice pouch, one with a bag full of everything except the iPad we needed, screaming don’t leave me I need my headphones in her adorable two year old way … Meanwhile, I’m standing…
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The messiest truth
Someone told me I was lucky to “just be at home.” So I invite them to join me for 48 hours with my house, my inbox, and my brain. I’ll even provide the snacks—probably Goldfish from the car floor. You’ll see a pile of laundry that I have been saying I am about to start…
Crumbs and Chaos 