Tag: motherhood
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The Catcher’s Mitt.
Hi there, Dear Reader. I’m sitting at our kitchen island, listening to the familiar hum of the dishwasher. It’s nighttime. I have Aquaphor on my knuckles. I’m sipping an IPA while learning to speak Vietnamese. Our house smells comfortingly like garlic. And my face—the supple, smiling cheeks that were so often mistaken for a teenager’s—feels…
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Coffee is my BFF.
Dear friends! Hello. How are things in your corner of the world? I’m sitting here in the car, enjoying the steady hum of the AC, and no doubt sipping on one helluva strong coldbrew coffee. In fact, in perfect situational comedy, I’m still wearing my wrinkled sweatshirt that proclaims Coffee is my BFF. And sweet…
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On The Mirror.
. . . SnapDragon originally posted this on Wise & Shine, formerly known as Pointless Overthinking. . . . Like an elusive vapor, my reflection floats, then gently fades before my eyes. Like a favorite novel, its binding and its pages warp with the inevitable passing of time. Yet its story–its spirit–stays the same. .…
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This-Here Body.
We only get one, you know. . . . I’ve mentioned my body from time to time in my writing. It’s part of my life, after all. And as this new, chilled-out year begins, I vow to treat her with the utmost respect. No juicing diets. No bans on carbs or candy. Just. . .…
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Clean Hands, Fresh Face.
Hello, Old Friend. I know, I know. I really shit the bed with my plans to post everyday. I could rattle off all of the reasons why I skipped this past week, but I feel like that’d be boring and counterproductive to the idea of moving onward. (And upward, of course.) So anyway. Here we…
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The Assistant.
I would pay good money for an assistant. She wouldn’t have to be like the well-dressed intern, screwing up Starbucks orders we see in the movies. Nope. She, or he, or they would be just your average human, eager to help, with ball-point pen at the ready. Let’s call her Violet. And in all sincerity…