It comes four times a year – my favorite magazine. About the time I’m ready to let go of one season and embrace the…
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Even Super Boy, with his super toddler strength, can’t bust out of the amazing crib tent. Even Super Boys (plural) who are more powerful…
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For the past eleven years I have missed my sister’s big Halloween bash. Eight years living back east followed by three years of too-small…
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It was a glorious Halloween evening – mild temperatures, no one wore a jacket, and I stood on the front lawn in jeans and…
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Hard to believe two years ago we were stepping out like this.
With these two buddies along for a ride in the stroller.
Now all five…
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I’m about ready to wave my tattered, white flag and surrender. I think it’s time to cry uncle and give it up for these…
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She’s coming to our house on Halloween Night. Word on the street is that she’s building a candy castle so she’s on the hunt…
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Texts were flying back and forth as I looked at the window. It was still raining – drenching the streets, the mountain, our plans….
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My Mom wasn’t there today, to walk us through her garden. She’s somewhere in the middle of Tennessee, driving through cotton fields with my…
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It rained lightly at first – much like today.
I glanced out the kitchen window as the front lawn assumed a brilliant green and the…