When Life Hands You Lemons, Zest those Suckers!

I have a very special relationship with the lemon. Weird, I know. I love big bowls of lemons heaped on a table, fresh lemonade on a hot summer day, the smell of citrus in the air any time of year. In part, this comes from a conversation I used to have with my Dad on a semi-regular basis. He loved to talk about turning your lemons into lemonade. It made me chuckle.

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Finding My Sawdust

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This is the beginning of a journey for me. It is embracing some endings in my life and looking forward to what is right, what is important, and what brings joy to my family and home. Sometimes to go forward we must go backwards. Going backwards is hard. Looking at your life from the perspective of what needs fixing, what is going just right, and perhaps, deciding who you want to include in your life as you move forward. I hate looking back, and I truly feel that I live most days without regrets. Regrets are pointless… Continue reading “Finding My Sawdust” »

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The Five Mom Friends No Mom Needs

I am not much of a soapbox girl, and usually you will hear me wax poetic about doing whatever works for you and your family. But, sometimes as a Mom you look around you and realize…there are people in your circle who are stealing your joy. These people sneak up on you, real friendly-like. And then, quickly, you are avoiding their phone calls and rolling your eyes when they talk. Getting these friends out of your inner circle means more peace of mind, more calm, and more loving who you really are. In the end, we all just want to be the best Moms we can…but these Five Mom Friends can steal your joy.

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Why We Stand

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He must have been about 6 years old at the time, and the question came seemingly out of the blue. “Why do we stand when the flag passes by, Mommy?” he asked with that youthful innocence that is so common. As we stood in the hot sun watching a parade, I looked around. We were in the minority that day; many other people were not standing when the flag floated by. Why were we? Continue reading “Why We Stand” »

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