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Choose You Every Day
We talk a lot about being invisible moms…the ones who fold socks no one notices, refill snacks before anyone asks, and quietly keep the house running. But lately, I’ve been feeling like an invisible wife, too. I love my husband. He isn’t careless or unkind. If anything, he’s too much of a people pleaser. It…
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When the Children Raise Us
My oldest son turned 22 this week. Twenty-two. And I’m over here wondering how the hell that happened. It feels like I just learned how to hold a baby…how to burp him, how to rock him at 2 a.m. when I was too tired to stand. But at the same time, it feels like I’ve…
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Tiny Pieces of Me
Motherhood is the art of becoming everything for everyone else. Chauffeur. Homework helper. Snack dispenser. Human calendar. Finder of the shoes that “just disappeared.” And somewhere in the mix, the me part gets lost. I used to have hobbies. I used to have a sense of style, a soundtrack, and ambitions that weren’t sandwiched between dance, guard…
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The Fun Mom Died at 33 Pounds Lost
Being fat was easier. There, I said it. It was easier to drink soda without a second thought. Easier to say yes to fried, buttery, delicious food without worrying about how I’d feel after. Easier to tell my husband, “Just grab me whatever they’ve got,” because whatever they had was fine by me. And honestly? I was…
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The Load We Don’t Count
Right now, I’m clocking about 30 to 40 hours a week at night writing books. On top of that, I’m putting in anywhere from 30 to 60 hours on my company, depending on the week. That’s two full-time jobs, and neither one of them has “Mom” in the title. But then there’s homeschooling. The house.…
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The Pretzel Test
Fourteen years ago, I was in the thick of it…five kids under six. Two were just ten months apart. One had classic autism (level 3). Every meal felt like a battlefield, me at the center, clutching a fork like a soldier holding the last line of defense. Ten little hands would creep across the table,…
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Not Perfect, Not Graceful, But Fully
It was a beautiful night…chaotic, yes, but the kind that feels worth it. My oldest daughter had just been promoted to General Manager, and we all showed up to help her decorate for Free Tea Day. Her big brothers were there and her little sisters tagged along. Glitter. Balloons. Laughter. Smiles. It was loud, messy…
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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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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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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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Crumbs and Chaos 