Sorting

The delicately beaded mother-of-the-bride dress, worn especially for me, stays. The two others, still dangling tags and dashed hopes, stay as well. The hand-sewn rainbow sundress, thin and frayed from years on the beach, and the red and green zippered housecoat worn every Christmas morning, must remain too–though none of these will ever be worn again. My mother’s shoes, sharing…

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Wordless

I’m not sure this photo is worth a 1,000 words, but I’d say at least 800…and right now I’ll take all the words I can get. I’m suffering from serious writer’s block these days, but not the “oh hell, what am I going to write, what am I going to write, WHAT AM I GOING TO WRITE???” kind of block….

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Cheerleaders

One of the best things about having young kids is that they are built-in fans. The key word being young kids…when they are old enough to clap their hands together and young enough to think their parents hung the moon and every single star. That’s pretty much where we are, so we take advantage of their enthusiasm when we can….

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Remembering

I didn’t need a reminder that my Mom is gone. Not even a friendly reminder. Especially not a friendly reminder from an automated email system telling me that “Mother’s Day is coming soon! Order now and save!” I didn’t need this same cheerful email to remind me that last year I bought the “Hugs and Kisses” bouquet of purple irises…

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Listen up

Have you heard about the Listen to Your Mother show? I’m so stinking excited and honored to be a part of this year’s Austin cast along with some very talented women. Please mark your calendars if you will be anywhere near Austin on April 30th. If you can’t make it (bummer for you) look for the show in one of…

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Monday Morning Mom Mantra

Keep your eye on the prize.

Growth

I trimmed them back on a Tuesday, during a burst of domestic enthusiasm while the kids played nearby. A task that was once an enjoyable winter-to-spring ritual long ago became an afterthought, a quick decision made in between blowing bubbles and refereeing arguments. And so it was this time as well…a chore completed with little introspection before I moved on…

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Where does the white go when the snow melts?

Thank you. To all of you who have shared your warmth and support–whether through words, thoughts or hugs–please know that I am truly touched and enormously grateful. Thank you. I am still feeling disoriented and exhausted, but I’m doing my best to put one foot in front of the other, drink plenty of water, and try to make my kids…

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Hindsight

For the last few days I have been camped out at my parents’ house with a seemingly vast amount of time on my hands. To keep myself busy I brought along a monstrous and nagging photo-organization project. As I sifted through thousands of digital photos over the past eight years, one thought kept running through my head: These are the…

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Rhetorical questions? (vol. 2)

Wait, don’t answer that. Whose crazy idea was this? Have they become Those Kids? Is it uncool to dress like your toddler? Do I ever make it out of the house alone? Do our kids get their rhythm from Hubs or me? Should I tell them that this toy doesn’t really have a leak? *     *     * Did you miss…

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