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On my way to pick up the girls after work yesterday, twice I waited through stop light cycles as emergency vehicles went flying by. The first I ignored. The second made me pause. Two so close together? Something is really wrong. I was sitting at the light just next to The Farmers Market and my…
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I witnessed a hit and run last week. In a span of about 40 minutes, I saw slices of the worst of humanity and the best of humanity. The worst was an angry young man, screaming and cursing at the man whose car he hit. The best was a soft spoken older man, determined…
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…in no particular order, all over the place just like my brain this week. An apology without change is just manipulation. (credit: unknown Pinterest person) Some people are more worried about what others think of them, how they are perceived by others, than they are about what kind of people they actually are. These people…
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I sat with my Mom at lunch today and thought OH GOOD LORD over and over and over again. It’s Mother’s Day and I wanted us to have a nice lunch with good conversation and then all these things – MomLife – kept happening. The wait time was going to be 45 minutes, someone didn’t…
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There is only one me. I say it all the time in my head when there’s just too much. I occasionally say it out loud when multiple people are talking to me at the same time. There is only one me. I can only be in one meeting at a time, in one place at…
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The Emergency Broadcasting System alarm message is the absolute last thing you want to hear when you’re on a long drive with two children, and one of them has just asked to stop somewhere because she has to go to the bathroom. Tornado warning. Tornado immediately takes my mind down a path of images of…
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My purse is out of control. My beautiful blue crocodile Kate Spade is so full of stuff and so heavy that once I sat my bag down in the passenger seat, my car flashed the seatbelt sign. I knew it was getting heavy – a couple of times recently I’d caught myself rubbing my shoulder…
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Fourteen years ago, in the middle of the night, I was doing the exact same thing as I am right at this moment: laying in bed with my daughter just a few feet away, marveling about her. Ella was born not long after midnight, on April 1. After all the post-delivery chaos of Apgar scores…
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I hate messes. I don’t like sand in my car, I don’t like PlayDough that gets stuck in toys supposedly designed for PlayDough, I don’t buy glitter or powder or terrariums if I can help it, and I don’t like substances like Desitin or vegetable oil that are really hard to clean off of things.…
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Women’s History Month has me thinking. Thinking about all the women in my family, and their stories. Thinking about women I’ve never met but who I admire. Thinking about how some women detest the word feminist, even though those women wouldn’t be voting today if it weren’t for the first publicly-acknowledged feminists. And thinking about…
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