Monthly Archives: April 2009

Liar, Liar, Twitter on Fire

My hands are shaking so hard right now it’s difficult to type. I had to use the backspace three times to hammer out that sentence. One of the most memorable things my mom taught us as children was: The two … Continue reading

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I’m doing something right

I hate spring break. It’s not that I don’t love my children.  I do.  But the fact remains that while Devin is off school for a week, I have a full time job to tend to. Luckily, I was able … Continue reading

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When families collide.

Family is everything to me. Everything. It is the beginning and the end of who I am, where I come from, and where I want to end up in life. So having my husband be on a completely different page … Continue reading

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Further Proof That I Was Raised By A Hippy.

“Your dreams don’t have to be at the expense of my dreams.” I believe in what airy fairy people call “abundance thinking”. What that means, basically, is that there is more than enough to go around.  Of time.  Of money.  … Continue reading

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fleshing out fear

I have a great life.  A great life. And yet most of my time right now is spent being afraid.  And hiding from that fear. It’s embarrassing really.  The things that I let myself care about, the things I pin … Continue reading

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I swear to God I’m going to have to be on Leno before these bastards take me seriously

You know why I love the Internets? Because the Internets doesn’t ask questions. If you tell the Internet that you were in Glamour magazine, they promise to run right out and buy the issue as soon as it hits newsstands.  … Continue reading

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How To Fail At Motherhood Before 9 AM

He doesn’t usually crawl into bed with me. That should have been a sign. “Devin, what are you doing?” I asked as the alarm blared again and I realized my nine year old son was snuggled into his father’s side … Continue reading

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My son tried to kill me this morning.

“Mom, is it going to be hot today?” “It’s April in Florida.  Yes, son, it’s going to be hot today.” He stood there looking at me, as if he hadn’t comprehended my response. “Devin, go get dressed,” I prodded.  It … Continue reading

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