Back-to-School Night

Tonight I got to meet Annie Bea’s new teacher face-to-face (from the nose up). 😷 22 masked parents gathered on tiny chairs to listen to snack protocols, classroom rules and birthday celebration guidelines. Same stuff. Different year. The teacher was…

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Lopsided Vision

It’a a thing. I saw it with my own two eyes. I took Annie Bea to the pediatrician’s office to get her ears pierced. The nurse walked in and immediately expressed her anxiety. “I’m going to draw dots on her…

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OMG, the Legos

Annie Bea found a way to attach Legos to my computer while I write. There’s literally no escaping these things.

Windshield Wipers

In 1902, a woman named Mary Anderson was riding a trolley through a storm in New York City. Because the motorman couldn’t see through the wet, sleet-covered, double-pane glass of the windshield, he did the next best thing and drove…

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Rise and Shine

This morning I woke up next to Annie Bea instead of Jason. As I was wondering where my darling hubby went, I checked my phone and saw that he sent me a text at 12:38 AM. It was just a…

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Honey

When I was 5-years-old, my BFF was Jennifer. She lived around the corner from me. Jennifer lived in a big, giant house. She had a pool and one of those kid-sized, convertible, ride-on electric cars. She had a queen-sized bed…

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#girlboss

Today my daughter turns 5-years-old. She is a peanut, literally. Annie Bea is itty bitty compared to most kids around her but (like a peanut) she is packed full of power and strength. One bite of her wit and you’ll…

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The Giving Tree

The Giving Tree has always been one of my son’s favorite books. It’s a story about a boy and a great big tree who share a special bond. But as the boy grows older and wants different things out of…

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Fact or Fiction

I started a new bedtime ritual with the kids. Before we read books, we play Fact or Fiction. Here’s a recap from tonight’s session while lying in bed with my sweet Annie Bea. Me: Fact or Fiction. When I was…

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Sorry, Not Sorry

When I bump into someone, I say, “I’m sorry.” Even if that someone was technically the real bumper. If I interrupt a blowhard in one of my meetings, I apologize. Even though that blowhard was probably due for an interruption,…

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