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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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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…
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You Can’t Save Them From Themselves
“There’s a moment in parenting no one prepares you for. It’s not the sleepless nights. Not the toddler tantrums. Not even the chaos. It’s the moment you realize… you can’t control who your child becomes. Not really. You can guide them. You can love them. You can build the most solid foundation you know how…
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Curating Chaos: Inside My Completely Unnecessary Collection of Everything
This morning I looked around my house and realized something that probably should have clicked a long time ago. I don’t have a clutter problem. I have a curation habit. Which sounds significantly more impressive and far less like I should be on a reality show explaining why I own a 150-year-old piano that everyone…
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The Mayonnaise That Broke Me
My house is extremely organized. Not because I’m naturally tidy. Because if I don’t organize it, the entire ecosystem collapses. When you run a business, homeschool kids, try to write books, juggle teenagers, senior year activities, driver’s tests, animals, groceries, and the general chaos of a large family… systems become survival. Our fridge is a…
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The Unspoken Pet War
Or: How Ten Years Into Marriage the Fights Get Weird People assume that after you’ve been married long enough, the arguments become predictable. You know the ones. Whose turn it is to do dishes. Who forgot to take the trash out. Who left a wet towel on the bed like some kind of sociopath. But…
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The Great Bedtime Snack Heist
The girls have started a new nighttime tradition. We all pile into bed together. I open my laptop and work on my book while an audiobook or soft music plays in the background. They watch a show and slowly settle in. For about ten minutes everything is peaceful. Then the plot begins. They wait until…
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The Seventh Driver
Hailey is about to become our seventh driver. Seven. At this point the state should probably just issue our family its own traffic department. Maybe a fleet license. Possibly a small stoplight for the end of the driveway. I remember the first time one of my kids drove away from the house. That mix of…
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A Rare Mom Victory (And I’m Taking It)
Today felt like one of those rare days where the universe throws you a small parade… and only you realize it’s happening. My son got accepted into the college he wanted. The program he wanted. Not the backup plan. Not the “well, maybe this will work.” The one he actually hoped for. And if you’re…
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The Week Motherhood Gave Me Back
Nothing dramatic happened this week. No vacations. No breakthroughs. No perfectly aesthetic moments worth photographing. But something in me reset. It wasn’t rest that did it. It was remembering. This was the kind of week where motherhood didn’t ask for more of me. It gave something back. It started with my teenage daughter the one…
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