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Emotional Contractions

It has been quite a build-up for me. This working towards my little guy’s first day of kindergarten. Real school. All day long. Just like his big sisters. Leaving home at 7:30 in the morning and not getting home until after 3. That’s a long day for a lil’ dude who is used to long lazy days at home playing dinosaurs, building train tracks, or lying in his underwear watching TV. And that’s a long day for his mama too. The days leading up to this momentous occasion of leaving him at school were filled with tears. Which is me. Totally how I deal with these life...
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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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“Country Strong” from JFK to LAX

“Country Strong” from JFK to

My brother, who travels all over the world, has told me that he often finds himself crying watching movies on airplanes. Movies that wouldn’t otherwise inspire him to cry if he saw the same movies in a theater. I’m thinking about this now as I sit suspended in air trying not to think about being suspended in the air. I’m feeling kinda emotional too right now. I mean, I just found myself weeping during the airplane movie, Country Strong, which really does not deserve my tears. So I’m thinking about this interesting phenomenon about crying on airplanes. I wonder...
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Where I’m At

Where I’m At

When I was growing up in Phoenix, every Good Friday during Lent between noon and 3 PM, my mom would turn off the television or any music we had playing so we could spend some quiet time in prayer.  We couldn’t play, or swim, or basically have any kind of kid fun during those hours. Me and my siblings always complained, of course.  “We’re bored,” we would say. “What are we supposed to do?” “Think about Jesus hanging on the cross,” she would reply matter of factly. “And go outside and pull weeds.  Or rake the...
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Chasing Destiny

I’ve been reading a book I am thoroughly enjoying called The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. I read this cool passage today: “Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.” The words just seemed to jump out at me today. Going for destiny. Yeah. •••••••••••••••• How’s destiny treating you...
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If I Could Dive Into A Vat of Happiness

I have loved reading the posts in Momalom’s epic Five for Ten tour around the blogosphere.  I have felt truly inspired and feel like I’ve actually learned while reading some of the gripping stories that have been shared. Ever since this happiness topic was up for consideration, I’ve been well, considering it, a lot. I read a post yesterday on the blog Shameless Agitator and it really struck a chord within me.  She wrote about one of her favorite sayings which is…. “Happiness is overrated. Strive for contentment.” That works for me,...
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Conversations with my Kid – Talkin

The memory is vivid. I am standing in my jammies at the end of our hallway. I am leaning against the corner of the wall peering into the living room and I am hidden from my parents’ view. They are sitting on our yellowish-flowery 1960’s sofa cuddled close looking happy. The glow of the television flickers on their faces. I stare at them. Loving them. Needing them. And my five-year-old brain is riddled with fear. “I don’t ever ever want my parents to die,” I think. It’s the scariest thought I have ever had in my entire...
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Thoughts from a Sometimes Working Mother

My eyes are bleary from a day of working at a computer screen and from the commute home on darkened Los Angeles streets jammed with red lights. I left the office where I’m working on Hollywood Blvd., smack dab in the bustle of helpless, hopeful, searching, desperate souls, and 30 minutes later, I’m driving down our quiet tree-lined street in West Los Angeles where the three most important souls in my life anxiously await my return. It’s only like 10 miles at best but my worlds exist on diametrically opposite ends of the life spectrum. When I pull up at...
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Aging Gracefully?

Written by Deb I remember very clearly being in such a big hurry to turn 40. So much so, from the time I turned 35, I would round up and tell people I was “approaching 40.” I even subscribed to that magazine specifically for the over 40 set, More, when I was only 38 (I know, I am such a rule breaker. Or just really, really stupid.). Looking back, I don’t know what the rush was (duh), but I think I was under the severely misguided impression that I would somehow magically morph into Sela Ward or Andie McDowell. And let’s not forget that stupid...
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Memories of My Former Life in a Stack of

Written by Karen, a mom without a blog What do the books on my shelf say about ME? As we all know in the world of supermoms, one of the most important things to remember is that after the day of taking care of your brood, you absolutely need to spend a little time on yourself. Those end of the day moments where we do whatever it is we do to unwind and discover peace…. Truly, I would love to be able to spend some time at night to light some scented candles, bathe, take care of neglected hygiene issues, watch some TV or a good movie. But really, I just only want to...

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