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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I’m Not a Scientist

While dying Easter eggs, I was reminded of the fact that I am not a scientist. Here’s the play by play. Grady: What are these candies for? Me: They’re not candies. Don’t eat them. Grady: What are they? Me: They’re…

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Father-Daughter Dance

She bought a new dress. She had her nails painted. She wore makeup. Her purse was all sparkles. He wore a new belt and matching socks. He gave her flowers. He spun her around. And he had her home by…

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She’s a Trucker.

Sometimes I screw up. Sometimes I say bad words in front of my kids. Fucking sue me. So we went to this sweet little book store near our house called Books&Books. I let the kids each buy a book and…

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