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I Love Coffee. The Ninja Did Me Dirty.
I love coffee. Not caffeine. Coffee. Decaf? Love her. Flavored? Bring it. Single-origin, grocery store brand, seasonal nonsense with notes of “oak and regret”? I’m in. I get childlike joy out of trying new coffee brands and flavors. I believe deeply that a good coffee pot matters. It’s not a luxury. It’s infrastructure. So last Mother’s Day,…
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Airliner Coffee, Biscotti Crumbs, and the Great Airport Migration
Airliner coffee tastes like regret. Not fresh regret. Like regret that’s been reheated at 30,000 feet and poured into a paper cup that says enjoy your journey while laughing quietly at you. I’m holding that coffee like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality. My tray table is covered in biscotti crumbs the kind that cling to your clothes…
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I Tried Not Nagging. This Is What Happened.
This year, I ran an experiment. Not a vision board. Not a cleanse. An experiment. I stopped managing my husband. Before anyone calls the authorities this wasn’t punishment. This was growth. He genuinely wants to help. He’s eager. He volunteers. He asks what he can do. So I handed over tasks. And then I did something radical.…
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The Year I Broke My Oura Ring
The Year I Broke My Oura Ring I love my Oura ring. Truly. I do. But it does not have Mom Mode. And it sure as hell doesn’t have Working Mom With Multiple Hustles and a Marriage Mode. This week alone, I’ve accumulated ten hours of sleep debt. That’s not a flex. That’s a cry for help with eyeliner on.…
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The Magic Nobody Sees
Christmas morning smells like coffee that’s already cold and cinnamon rolls someone else will remember eating. The living room explodes in paper and joy and noise, and the kids glow like the whole world showed up just for them. They don’t see the weeks before this moment. They’re not supposed to. They don’t see the…
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Georgia Has My Toilet and My Sanity
We decided to “remodel” this week. I use that term loosely. Like emotionally supportive, not legally binding. Both Kris and I do this for a living. I have a strong background in construction and renovations. Kris does exterior maintenance. Together, we’ve recently expanded our company from outside stuff to everything under the sun. Reconstruction. Turn-key. Ground-up. The whole HGTV…
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The Water Was Always Enough (and Apparently, So Are Elves)
When I was little, we didn’t have a pool. Honestly, we barely had running water half the time. And even though water cost money we didn’t always have, my mom would let us “swim” in the bathtub on hot days. A whole ocean packed into a porcelain tub. We thought we were living large. It’s…
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The Mom Mask
Every day starts in silence. I tiptoe into the kitchen like I’m sneaking into a sacred temple, grab my coveted cup of hot coffee, and dump in my fiber and collagen—because at my age, if it doesn’t have a health supplement in it, did I even drink it? Then I “accidentally on purpose” add too…
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THIS YEAR, THANKFULNESS HIT DIFFERENT
Thanksgiving didn’t hit me like a Hallmark moment this year. It snuck up slowly…ike crumbs under a couch cushion or the way little kids show up beside your bed at 5 a.m. whispering “Mom? Mom? Mom?” until you finally open one eye. It started at the cabin. One by one, my people spilled into the…
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The Christmas Joy Heist
There is a very specific kind of magic that lives inside a three-year-old at Christmastime. It’s loud. It’s sparkly. It squeals at random intervals. And in my home, it’s named Harper. This child wakes up every morning in December ready to steal Christmas joy like it’s her full-time job. She pops out of bed squeaking, “IS…
Crumbs and Chaos 