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Seeing the Light …

Written by Amy, a mom without a blog I have almost died three times. Well, I should say I almost died twice, but I looked death straight in the eye a third time. Age 12: I was crossing the street by foot and got hit by a car. I was rushed to the hospital, all my vital signs stopped twice, they brought me back “to life” and a grueling, six weeks later I was released from the hospital after recovering from multiple fractures in my skull, pelvis and having two screws and a staple put into my knee in order to hold it together. After that experience, I can honestly say...
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Black Friday Morning Snapshots

Written by Lee I am not a morning person. My man is. Thank God. What this means is that on weekends, or holidays, or any days when there is no school, he is awake with the kids and I am asleep in my cozy bed upstairs a million miles away from my mama duties. On some of these particular mornings, I will be awakened by screams of chaos and I will have absolutely not one millisecond to adjust from sleep to wake. And then my day tends to take on a general feeling of chaotic grumpiness. Not. Good. Other mornings, I will slowly emerge from my slumber to what I will...
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Coming Clean on My Thankfulness

Written by Kath, a mom without a blog When my husband and I were first married, I only used on the weekends. We both worked full time during the week, so I limited my use to Saturday or Sunday only. It was all I needed at the time. Once our first child was born, I found that I needed to use during the week as well. I just couldn’t seem to make it to the weekend; so inevitably, I’d have to use mid-week. That’s what happens when you have kids, I guess. Fast forward 15 years and 3 kids later and I have to admit, I use almost daily. I just can’t help it. I NEED to....
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The Gift of Perspective

Written by Kath, a mom without a blog On a recent Friday, I had what should have been a really horrible day. It had all the makings of one except…it wasn’t.  Life is surprising that way sometimes. Here’s a little background. My 83 year-old dad recently fell and fractured his pelvis. He was hospitalized and I was charged with finding him a nursing home for rehabilitation. Granted, it wasn’t a nursing home for the rest of his life, but still, he needed to go to a nursing home.  I mean, wasn’t it just yesterday that I broke his nose pitching softballs to...