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Spicy Guacamole or Cold Avocados
Picture this… the morning starts with that first hot, soul-moving sip of coffee. For a split second, you remember—you’re not just “Mom,” keeper of forms and finder of lost Barbies…you’re a woman. Another sip, and you’re actually warm inside, daring to walk back to the bedroom with a still-HOT cup of coffee in your hand. No…
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The Color That Broke Me
My daughter once told me she couldn’t wear blue pants because blue was an itchy color. Same pants, same store, same size , but blue? Blue was different. Blue wasn’t “happy,” so it made her itchy. Half her school uniforms were blue. I was a single mom then, working 2–3 jobs just to keep us afloat.…
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Barbies, Battles and Big Girl Forks
Why I didn’t throw the Barbie away They weren’t fighting over the fancy Barbie. Not the mermaid with glitter hair. Not the one with the rotating wardrobe. Nope. Just a Barbie with painted-on purple underpants. We have at least 100 Barbies in this house. But today? This one…this very average, very basic Barbie, was apparently the rarest…
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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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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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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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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 