Saturday Confession: The Bird Poop Perspective
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Saturday Confession: The Bird Poop Perspective

Last week we took a quick trip back to our hometown to visit family. It was the first time in awhile all four of us were together in the same car, so I was the passenger. Right away I noticed something. There was bird poop covering quite a bit of my side of the window….

Saturday Confession: When the Well is Empty
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Saturday Confession: When the Well is Empty

Winter in northeast has been relentless. The area is known for consistent cloud cover, and that can be trying. Add snow, ice layers, and many, many, MANY days with windchills below zero, and it’s hard to stay positive. Then there are the day-to-day issues. The increased role I have embedded as mom: taxi driver. Laundry….

Saturday Confession: What I Learned from Dr. Frasier Crane
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Saturday Confession: What I Learned from Dr. Frasier Crane

Ah,  the stomach bug. Are there any positives to heaving hours on end? Weight loss, temporary in most cases. And a lot of TV. I had the bug a couple weeks ago and besides a Friends marathon, I also was up during the wee hours while the rest of the house slept in good health….

Saturday Confession: I Like to Hustle
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Saturday Confession: I Like to Hustle

February 1. That means January is done-zo. Weather wise, I’m pretty excited to wave that first month of the year goodbye. The kids had 8 extra days off from school thanks to the cold. We had the polar vortex thingie. Twice. I’m also pleased because last month I joined a group/challenge/movement and I saw some…

Saturday Confession: The Great Pretender
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Saturday Confession: The Great Pretender

Confession time. When I was in high school I remember having an English teacher that was a tough cookie. She wasn’t about being your friend, she was all about making sure you used the language the way it was intended. I don’t even remember how it happened, but one day she let her rough exterior…

Saturday Confession: Wait, I’d Like to Break Up With You
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Saturday Confession: Wait, I’d Like to Break Up With You

        I’m not good at waiting. I’ve told this story before, but it’s so me, it bears repeating. When my husband and I were engaged, he lived a couple hours away. He was making plans to move to the city I was in, but it was two months away. I held on….