April Moments

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

Faith

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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Waking up… twice

Every once in a while, I end up starting a post with this statement: I have a confession. I mean, what’s more juicy than that? Who could possibly stop reading when a confession is coming? Well, this blog is one of those times. I have a confession. Here it is: After my 5 a.m. workout, I usually […]

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I’m a believer

I am about to suggest something radical. Something crazy. Are you ready for this? Here it is: Our children want us moms to be happy. I know, I know. It sounds like someone has taken me captive, tied down my hands and threatened to use the Neti Pot on me, so I have agreed to […]

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Discovering what ‘my best’ means

Every year I have to force myself to refrain from playing Christmas music until the first of November. I love, love, love Christmas music. It is fun and cheesy and familiar, and something about it feels like home. Because I love it so much, I have many Christmas music CDs. I’ve ripped all the music […]

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