April Moments

Maybe, just maybe, telling the story is just as important as the story itself

Shopping is hard

A few Saturday mornings ago, I told my husband that I needed to go to the mall to return a few things I had bought the kids online because they didn’t fit. Later while I was trying to get the 2-year-old down for a nap, and Mike was getting ready to leave for work, he […]

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Life is like eating a pomegranate

pomegranate

Yesterday I did something for the first time. I ate fresh pomegranate. I’ve never bought a pomegranate before because it always seemed like too much work. But Elliot has asked for one the past two grocery trips, so I decided to give it a try. Forrest Gump said, “Life is like a box of chocolates,” […]

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A board game and a washing machine meet late one night

Earlier today, I posted this on my personal Facebook: “If a board game happens to accidentally end up in the washing machine and no one notices and you wash a load of laundry and the plastic pieces survive, but the box and all other cardboard materials disintegrate and you put the load of laundry in […]

Boys who cry and other thoughts on sensitivity

feelings are valid.fw

When I was in elementary and middle school, one of my fellow classmates was a boy I will call Sebastian. He was teased relentlessly because he cried. Often. At the time, it seemed as if he cried because of anything and everything – he got a B on a test, he didn’t win a computer game, a […]

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