Category: Reflections

Not Everyone is Going to Like You

My nearly 5 years of being a mom has definitely been filled with its ups and downs. While I am thankful that I’ve experienced more ups, the downs tend to linger longer. Generally, the downs are all the normal stresses of parenthood – sleepless nights, potty accidents, and attitudes that give just a mere glimpse

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Reasons To Scream Into An Abyss

Woman looking over a cliff with mountains

Have you ever seen the movie Garden State with Zach Braff and Natalie Portman? I absolutely love that movie but I’ve found it makes me incredibly sad so often I’ll see it on as I’m flipping through my channels and I’ll actually force myself to keep moving.  One scene I always shed a few tears

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The view from above

  Several months ago, our eleven-year-old suddenly morphed from a little kid into a tweenager.  This (literal and figurative) development thrilled Lili and terrified us.  Shortly thereafter, we discovered that my clothes and shoes fit her, another milestone which delighted her but struck fear into my heart.  Lil now calls everyone “bruh” and does a

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Tuning out

When I was growing up (for the record, I cannot believe I’m old enough to begin a sentence with those words!!), we didn’t have cell phones.  Not, like, kids didn’t have them.  Nobody had them, as they had not yet been invented.  The best chance of tracking down doctors, or spouses kept on short leashes,

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How do you “mom” when you’re sad?

I’m really sad lately.  I went through a break up just before Thanksgiving.  It was my first serious relationship after my divorce and I really thought he was my proverbial “second chance.” As weeks and then months passed, I realized that he was not the right fit.  Even though I know it was the right

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A letter to my son on his 5th birthday

Dear Timo, Every year on your birthday, I look at photos of you, and I marvel… and cry.  Somehow, in the blink of an eye, you have gone from a 5 pound newborn to a 5 year-old boy.  Beautiful at birth, delicate and serene, we fawned over your exquisite bone structure… which was quickly obscured

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The people who you meet in dog rescue

The road to dog rescue is paved with the 3 Bs: Bugs, Barf, and Bites, and I’ve had my share of them all.  Date night with Karen is less likely to involve a romantic dinner and more likely to involve detonating flea bombs in my car to eliminate party favors left by a recent transport. 

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