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A mother seeking that ever-elusive sign

Written by Lee Am I succeeding at this mom thing? Am I? When will I see a clue, or catch a glimpse, just anything to tell me that I’m doing okay? When I worked it was easy. Producing television programs, starting something, and then finishing it. Working hard, being stressed, using my brain, interacting with the world, getting a pat on the back once in a while, working late, working long, but then done. A finished project. A feather in my hat. A line on my resume. Done. And done. As a mom, I am never done. And it’s taken me a while to figure that out. And...
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A Bowl of Berries is All I Need

I admit that my greatest feelings of insecurity as a mother usually come when I’m standing in the kitchen.  It’s not that I can’t cook at all. I actually find some pleasure in cooking  –  I just can’t think of anything to cook. My brain just comes to a total freeze when it comes to preparing food. I know moms who can step into the kitchen and just whip something up.  Okay, not me.   But on this happy, happy Friday (’cause Fridays always start out happy in this home, see previous post), I’m going to throw out any guilt I...