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Forgiven

Forgiven

Today my 7 1/2 year old love fairy, Phoebe, received the Sacrament of Reconciliation for the first time. Yep, we’re Catholic. Or at least I am. And our kids are being raised Catholic. With my husband’s blessing of course.  What I’ve come to realize over my lifetime is that a lot of people find this confessional thing kinda weird. The most common thing I hear is – “Why do you need to tell a priest your sins? Why not just talk to God on your own?” And honestly, I kinda get it. It is kinda weird. Walking into a small box of a confessional...
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9 1/2

9 1/2

Claire, What you’ll learn about me someday is that your mama likes to write when inspiration strikes. And inspiration has been tough to find during my recent long run of work of which you are always asking, “When are you going to be done with your work?” And truly baby it can’t come too soon right about now when the warmest feelings of family are running through my soul. And with these feelings come inspiration … It’s late on a Sunday night after our glorious 4-day Thanksgiving break from regular life. And as I was lying in bed about to...
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To my kids

written on a plane somewhere over Texas, I think Dear Claire, Phoebe and Tommy, You know what Mommy thinks about when I’m away? You. Yep. You Claire. You Phoebe. You Tommy. And it brings tears to my eyes thinking about how badly I want to hug each of you up. Lay on the couch in a heap of cuddles and smell you and kiss you and love on you. I never thought I would feel this way before I became your mom. How I would feel incomplete if you weren’t near me. I think I’ll always feel this way when we’re apart. Before you, I could hop on a plane and soak in the...
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Mama’s Got A New 4-Letter Word

Mama’s Got A New 4-Letter Word

So who was the wise guy who had the bright friggin’ idea that almost 3-year-old little boys are supposed to uh, share? I kinda wanna pummel that person with a wiffle bat or a Thomas train or a toy dump truck. Yeah. Have you ever been at a park with a little boy who happens to be your son who is happily playing and some other kid comes up to your kid and wants to suddenly play with whatever your kid is playing with and your kid is all, “HELL NO!” and then the other little kid is all “HELL YES!” and then the caretaker of the other little kid,...
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To the Gulf – From A Sister Coast

To the Gulf – From A Sister Coast

The coast is our playground.  We are one of the blessed few who live within minutes of a shoreline.  No major planning needed. At a moment’s notice, we can jump shoeless into our van with the stashed bag of sand toys in the back and head to the edge of the world. There’s something transcendent that happens when you stand where land meets water.  For me, I feel like I am meeting my Maker. A stunning visual that represents the mystery of our creation.  My feet are planted firmly on the solid ground while my eyes, and soul, and imagination wander to the...
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I’ll Tell You Who’s An Every

This week my girls’ Catholic elementary school is hosting their annual Spirit Week.  It’s five straight days of themed outfits.  Five days of no uniform. Five days where the kids get to express themselves (within reason) and wear their class colors, or crazy hair, or pajamas or sports jerseys. Five days that are extremely coveted by my uniform-wearing free spirits. And five days WHEN MAMA GOES JUST A LITTLE MORE INSANE. Today’s theme is “Everyday Heroes.”  The kids are supposed to dress like uh, everyday heroes, but not celebs or sport...
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And the Oscar goes to…..uh, you.

Creative people really dig getting awards. It’s so fascinating to me. I mean, I’m kinda creative. And getting an award sounds kinda fun in a way. I’ve always dreamed of giving a speech. Ever since I was little. Accepting an award for some film I worked on. Some story I’ve told. But now I’m older and uh, tired. And giving a speech sounds a bit like a pain-in-the-ass to me. I would be as nervous as hell and inside I would be probably be chuckling because I would realize that me getting this award that I’ve been given doesn’t...
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An Olympian Goal for a Regular Mom Inspi

Written by Karen, a mom without a blog Over the past two weeks I watched the NBC Olympic coverage along with millions of other regular folks around the world, marveling at the prowess and spirit exhibited by these super-human athletes. Sometime during the overwrought feature pieces on a few select Olympians, I was struck by something that was said by none other than short-track speed skater phenom, Apolo Anton Ohno. While describing his intense preparation for his sport, he explained that every night before he goes to bed he asks himself if he did everything he possibly...
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My Children’s Artwork. And How it

Every single day my children produce art. Every. Single. Day. There are stacks and piles of colorings and clippings and gluings and stickerings and glitterings and just so many ings of creative expression that I find myself utterly petrified wondering if I’m gonna get caught when I throw the majority of these masterpieces in. the. trash. Cause I’ve been caught. Many times. And it sucks. “MOOMMMYYYYYYYY!!!!!” And when I run over to see what the problem is, there they are, pulling one of their absolutely perfect, never-to-be-thrown-away, pieces of...
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Because deep down we ALL want to be movi

My first-born, my daughter, Claire, is 7-years-old and in the 2nd grade. She has started some creative free writing in class and well, last night I flipped open her school notebook in a quiet kitchen after the cleaning had been done and all the kids were fast asleep. This is what I found: I had no idea my brilliant daughter was so connected with that “guy who was in charge of the movies.” I showed it to my man and then we laughed and laughed and laughed until we had tears streaming down for all of the reasons you laugh and cry about being a parent and...

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