They didn’t ask, and I didn’t tell.  Well, much, anyway. The couple stood in my living room.  Well, The wife did, bent over the chair, eyeing it with fierce delight.  The husband smiled at her from the doorway, approvingly. I sold my rocking chair that day. To a couple, five-ish years younger than me. They …

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  Let me tell you a story.  Let me tell you two stories actually. The first is a story I read to my girls two nights ago.  It’s a sweet story about a big family in a little house.  There was a poor man, who lived in a tiny house with his wife, father, and …

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There is a time in life.  A very special time in the life of any bouncing, well-manicured young wife.  A time when she leans in to to her husband, feeling his arms wrapping around her, and whispers into his neck, “Oh honey, let’s have a baby.” Fast forward a bit. There is another time in …

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It’s over.  The whole holiday season.  I know that as a mama and a wife, it was largely my job to work the magic and the social calendar for my family.  I also know that I had a two-month-old baby this season, which automatically forfeited any ambitious holiday schemes that may have been brewing. Over …

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Have a peaceful Christmas: my personal tiding to you this season. It’s Christmas.  It’s life, and then it’s Christmas on top of that.  It’s getting and decorating the tree.  Scratch that: it’s getting the tree, then nursing the baby while the kids hang ornaments in low-hanging clumps, all while the control freak in me swallows …

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Hey girls, come closer.  Yes, come over here.  I’m going to tell you a secret.  It’s deep and dark and my children wouldn’t even believe me if I told them. Here it goes: Once upon a time, I was more than a mommy. I was all these different things, both tough and gentle, both capable …

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