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Tips For Road Tripping With Littles
Let’s face it – traveling with little ones can be intimidating. Especially the first time, when you have no idea how they will react to the long hours in the car (and when you’ve gone from a backpack of essentials to a packed-out car with a bag for every category of your life [plus extras]…
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Unique Grief
The more we grow up, the more we gain understanding. Whether this be wisdom or experience or a combination thereof, it changes you. From child to teen to adult, we are continually learning and experiencing and growing, unwrapping layers of understanding. As this happens, you find yourself more and more able to relate with those…
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5 Gift Ideas For One Year Olds
I don’t know about you, but I enjoy list posts – especially ones that actually have unique ideas and don’t break the bank. As Vivian’s first birthday approached, I began Googling such lists. I wanted toys that would grow with her a bit and be educational, rather than something she would tire of in a…
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Identity
I didn’t realize just how deeply I struggled with my identity until I became a mother. Even then, it took me a bit to see how consumed I became with this new role of mine. As a young person, I was a writer. That is what I identified as; aspiring novelist and blogger. Then I…
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Book Review: Psalms of Praise
We love books. Vivian has an entire shelf of board books that she is allowed to access whenever she wants. Sometimes she will grab one or two and give them a perusal, and sometimes she decides to unload the entirety of the shelf onto the floor. And walk on them. The book lover (and neat…
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Distractions
I remember being young and reading a book for hours at a time, or sitting at the computer and pounding out pages of my current novel. I could sit and do one thing for a long period of time. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve been exposed to more of life’s distractions. Some are responsibilities, which…
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Such As These
Her chubby hand, holding on to the edge of my shirt or wrapped around my finger. Always holding on. Her beautiful eyes, staring up into mine – blinking slower and slower, until finally they surrender to sleep and she lets out a contented sigh, sinking deeper into my arms.
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Introduction
It is a glorious April afternoon which, here in southern Oregon, means that spring has finally sprung and summer has already begun flexing its muscles a bit. Yesterday reached a high of 85, and as I write it is currently approaching 80 degrees. I am not a fan of summer heat, but I do love…
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