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Goblins, Raccoons, and the Unicorns Keeping Society Alive
I have reached a point in adulthood where I no longer believe major corporations are fully operated by humans. I’m not saying there are no humans involved. I’m just saying somewhere between the warehouse, the shipping label, customer service, and the mysterious “awaiting carrier pickup” phase… society appears to hand operations over to woodland creatures…
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Cross Your Legs and Pray
I used to think older women were dramatic. Respectfully… I owe several women an apology basket and possibly an edible arrangement. Because at 21, after two kids, I was 106 pounds fueled almost entirely by caffeine, gas station burritos, emotional instability, and audacity. I had abs. Not intentional abs. Not “I wake up at 5…
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Footprints in the Paint
Somewhere between senior sunrise, graduation rehearsal number four, missing TSI records, and me accidentally walking through wet deck paint with Lynnlee, I realized none of us actually know what we’re doing. Not the parents. Not the schools. Not the kids. Not even the people assigning five full days of graduation practice. Now before anybody comes…
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Magic Can Be Loud
Today was one of those days that reminds me why I hold onto the chaos instead of fighting it all the time. We took the kids to Let’s Fly and I don’t even fully know how to explain it. Immersive. Overstimulating. Hilarious. Beautiful. Loud. Somehow magical. All at once, all the time, everywhere you turned.…
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Solving the Wrong Problem
I spent most of my life being told I was gifted. I tested well. I read constantly. I could write. I played instruments. I could pass almost any class without really trying. Except algebra. Algebra and I have been enemies since birth, and honestly, I still suspect letters should stay out of math. I was…
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Perfectly Imperfect
Today feels like a Sunday made of imperfections. Not dramatic failures. Not life-shattering moments. Just tiny human ones stacked on top of each other until they start to feel heavy. I’m thinking about the typo on the back cover of my latest Mommy Magic book. The one I didn’t catch until after it was already…
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Mommy Magic
Today feels a little bigger than “new book release” day. Because Mommy Magic isn’t just another story. It’s the closing page of a season. A tiny lion costume turned into years of adventures, bedtime stories, chaos, imagination, and memories I didn’t realize we were actively making while we lived them. What started as Harper wearing…
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The Squishy Craze and the Speed of Childhood
At Christmas I was practically forcing NeeDohs into people’s hands like a suburban Oprah. “You get a squishy. YOU get a squishy. Please… for the love of God… somebody take these squishies before I step on another one barefoot.” Nobody cared. They rolled around the bottom of toy bins collecting dog hair, glitter, and the…
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Harper Killed My Best Friend
One minute we were doing sight word games at the kitchen table like some wholesome homeschooling commercial. The next? My six-year-old came storming into the room screaming,“HARPER KILLED MY BEST FRIEND.” Naturally, I assumed we had escalated directly into true crime. Maybe the hamster.Maybe one of the lizards.Maybe Kris finally snapped over slime in the…
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Moments In Motherhood
One day your children believe you are magic. That your arms can stop nightmares. That your bed is safer than theirs. That if they crawl beside you at two in the morning, nothing bad can touch them. And honestly? For a little while, I think we believe it too. Lynnlee has been sleeping in my…
Crumbs and Chaos 