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The First Rule of Sister Fight Club Is Nobody Broke the Chair
There are rules to having a sister. Nobody writes them down, nobody explains them to you, and yet somehow, from the moment there are two little girls sharing toys, parents, and oxygen, they just know them. Rule One: If your sister touches something you weren’t remotely interested in thirty seconds ago, you now need it…
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Harper and the Purple Lipstick
Back in 2004, before I had enough children to accidentally form my own small school district, there was just Jacob. My Boo Bah. For a few precious years he had me almost entirely to himself. No siblings interrupting us, no one screaming from another room, no tiny person demanding a snack twelve seconds after refusing…
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Apparently I’m the Weird Mom Who Draws on Children
The mosquito almost got away with it. Fast forward a couple days from our last post. The itching had calmed down, but two of the bites had developed little blisters with pink rings around them, and that’s the part that made me stop scrolling and start paying attention. Here’s the thing about our family: we…
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Pool Leaks, Grief, and the Many Ways We Cope
I’ve been a little quiet the last couple of days. My dad passed away on Friday. I sat down more than once to write, stared at a blinking cursor, and realized I didn’t have anything funny to say. That’s unusual for me, normally I can find humor in almost anything, but grief has a way…
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Sweet Frog, Marshmallow Cream, and the Strange Art of Being Present
It started, as so many of my days do lately, with tiny food. The little girls recently introduced me to Miniverse , a resin-based universe designed specifically to consume the free time of unsuspecting mothers. At first I was just helping. Then somehow I found myself emotionally invested in miniature food. Now I’m making tiny…
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We Joined Another Cult
I have joined another cult. Now before anyone gets concerned, this is not actually my first cult. If we’re being honest, I’ve accidentally joined several over the years. There’s the HOA cult, the PTO cult, the homeschool cult, and the “I own chickens for emotional support but somehow spend more money on them than my…
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The Pet War Never Ends
I almost bought a tarantula today. A pink toe tarantula, to be specific. Now before anyone starts questioning my judgment, let me remind you that I am also the same woman who will launch herself across an entire room if a spider unexpectedly appears on the wall. If a spider walks across my lawn, I…
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The Owl in Me
Last night, there was an owl outside my window again. Not unusual anymore. He’s been here since our first week in this house back in November of 2021. Through every season of chaos. Through exhaustion, laughter, grief, even late-night panic attacks and early morning coffee. Through sickness, storms, pool days, birthday candles, financial stress, homeschool…
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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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Crumbs and Chaos 