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I would now like to present a list of things that I panicked about with Addie that turned out to be nothing worth panicking about. everything. all things. every little thing. the works. and everything else. There was actually a time I worried that I would have to learn how to swaddle a three yearContinue reading “p is for panic, and parenthood.”

Most people who know me know that I am lukewarm to the existence of Canada Geese. Especially when their existence takes to slapping their goofy feet on the roof over my head and relentlessly honking at their buddies down on the ground when the windows are open. Canada Geese are the drunk frat boys ofContinue reading “learning from the sad goose.”

Last night I plugged in my desktop…on which the screen saver is every photo I have ever taken. I’m not entirely sure how long I sat in front of the monitor, but I do know by the time I went to bed the newest Groupon deal had been posted. Growing up I never wanted kids,Continue reading “on loving a smaller version of yourself.”

I like it when I get emails that say “I think we’d be friends in real life.” Because I think so too. I qualify this statement because A) you read something I wrote, weren’t scared away and took time out of your busy life to write me an email. B) There’s very few people thatContinue reading “I know we’d be friends.”

My Dearest Gramma Addie, There are a lot of things in this world you don’t like. Candy, your curly hair, loud noises, balloons, loud laughter, the neighbor boy claiming he’s a vampire, spaghetti squash and Greek food to name a few. While you’ll try anything once (mostly because I force you to) it’s very rareContinue reading “on growing big but never growing up.”

“If you’ve been marked by what might have been, you don’t forget. You know the day, the years… you know exactly what anniversary you’d be celebrating…you’ll never forget the…last time cancer was a word about someone else’s life, or the day that changed absolutely everything. It makes the calendar feel like a minefield, like you’reContinue reading “mary’s story.”

Dear Newlyweds, I’d hate to speak for all married people, but given we’ve been doing this for almost a decade and neither of us have smothered each other with pillows in our sleep or ended up on an episode of Dr. Phil or Maury Povich, I dare say I’m somewhat qualified to hand down theContinue reading “just when you thought it was the sex and socks that would get you, it turns out to be the swedes.”

I spent countless hall pass breaks in the bathroom of my jr. high and high school with my armpits under the hand dryers or neatly folding toilet paper into origami type shapes to tuck into my bra in a desperate attempt to keep up appearances that I didn’t sweat. But the truth was (and stillContinue reading “the one about the illusion of perfection and why it really doesn’t do anybody any good.”

Maybe you’ve seen the commercial for the new Kenmore top loading washer where a woman with neatly coiffed hair and a perfectly fit little black dress comes out and does some fancy move with some piece of luxurious fabric in a spotless shiny room attempting to sell you on the new line of Kenmore EliteContinue reading “a laundry fresh scented kenmore elite review.”

Two years ago my sister gave me my first lush bath bombs for Christmas. (Sakura and MMM Marshmallow Melting Moment.) Addicted. When we were in Cincy early last year I made Cody drive well out of our way to go to the lush store in Macy’s. Cody stuffed my stocking at Christmas with bath bombs.Continue reading “bathtime confessions of a lush.”