Three is the angriest number.

*** I remember once feeling superior that my lovely little human never went through the “terrible twos” and giving myself a pat on the back for (so-far) raising an even tempered, happy little girl.  “Oh, I bet that one’s a firecracker!” I’d hear countless times at […]

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Five things that drain me as a parent (and none of them have to do with my kids)

*** When I was five years old, I watched Albert Peece* eat glue at our kindergarten table. I gagged uncontrollably the first time I witnessed it. As the child of a large animal veterinarian, I had seen some pretty disgusting things in my young life by then (those […]

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A WHOLE New Way of Thinking

*** “I mean, you were never fat, but…,” a friend. “Freshman 15? More like the Freshman 30,” a boyfriend. “Over capacity on elevator! Elevator’s going to break because of girl in green jeans,” a stranger. “She looks like she’s lost weight, has she? No? Oh, I […]

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Free yourself from Second Wife Syndrome

*** Why is my house quiet? Why did I wake up this morning without my three year old, Ivy, staring at me ala The Ring? The reason for this temporary euphoria is because my 13-year old step-daughter had a sleepover last night. And when big sister […]

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Herding cats and pterodactyls.

So angelic, right? Yeah, keep reading.   First things first, I have eaten cheesy hash brown potatoes (leftover from Thanksgiving) for breakfast every morning since last Thursday. I don’t know why I felt compelled to tell you that, but I thought I should cop to […]

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Chuck it.

*** Yesterday. It was nearly 5pm, I was under the gun with a work project. My three and a half year-old, Ivy, was being unusually high-maintenance. The dogs were being insanely rowdy. Our house was (and still is) a mess. Western stand-off music played in my head as I walked from […]

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Clarifications & Muddy Puddles

Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. After writing my post yesterday about the anxiety I’ve been dealing with (and hitting the “publish” button with one eye closed), I told myself that if even one person knew what I was experiencing and made me feel less “crazy” than I […]

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