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I miss my husband.He’s still here, and I’m still here, but I just miss him.We go to soccer together, softball together, eat dinner, and talk about bills together, but I…
My husband thinks I’m staging a rebellion.A coup of sorts.One that will resort to a state of Anarchism. Total lack of governing bodies. The governing bodies that govern Halloween, Halloween Decor and…
I don’t know how she does it.No, seriously. I really don’t know how she does it.I just spent the last 5 minutes sprinting down my street with my hair in a…
I suppose works of art move people in different ways.They can make you wonder in clouds of blue.They can flood in memories of white-washed front porches and smells of Hydrangea after…
I wonder if it’s a sin to revel in the fact that you’re selfish. Probably. Which makes what I’m going to have to say, worse. If that’s possible. My birthday…
Alternate Title ~ FACEBOOK Faux-Pas: The difference between MY Husband and EVERY Mother I know. I had a phone conversation earlier today that went something like this. Me: Hello? Mr.…
I’m not playing around here.This stuff is PERFECT. With a capital P-E-R-FECT. I’m tired of typing those dashy things.It’s like when you went to The Pancake House when you were…
This is my staircase. Lovely. White. Pure.This is the banister, that one might grab to aide them up this flight of not so treacherous stairs.This is the little knobby white…
“Mommy. . . ” she asked as she sprawled over the couch, “Can I ummm. . . .call my friend Emily?”I opened my mouth to say “Yes.”, but there was a…
Can you see me? I’m wincing. It’s a side effect. You know, of Dingledorklosingthingsitus. It’s a condition. Or maybe a disease. I have it. Bad. Real bad. Which, is not good.…