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Giving a Hug To Someone Who Really Needs

I woke up this morning a little before 6 AM and sat in the stillness for a few minutes before peeling myself out of the comfiest bed ever to a dark and misty morning. After his nightly trek up the stairs to our room, my 3-year-old lover boy was snuggled next to me breathing deep and sound. My man had risen nearly an hour before me because that’s just who he is. I’m still kinda jealous about his early morning expertise because there is something pretty stellar about the still of early morn. I heard the front door close and I knew he was off to grab our...
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Conversations with My Kids – The NBA Playoff Edition

Conversations with My Kids – The N

On Wednesday night, I was giving Phoebe and Tommy a bath and out of the blue, Phoebe says to me “Mama, who are you voting for – Boston or Florida?” It took me a minute to even know what she was talking about, but of course, she was talking about the NBA Eastern Conference Finals. For the record, I am a sports fan. I love watching sports. College football (USC Trojans), pro football (the Arizona Cardinals), basketball (Phoenix Suns), Tour de France (Lance Armstrong), baseball (not a fanatic but I lean towards my childhood team the Chicago White Sox or...
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The 12 Questions of Christmas.

Written by Em My children hardly notice all the behind-the-scenes action that goes on in Santa’s Workshop – a place I like to call “my closet” the other 11 months of the year. As it should be, really. I want my boys (7 and 3 1/2) to believe in the magic for as long as possible, because once you’re an adult and the reality of Christmas hits, the fun can really be sucked out of the process, no? During this year’s hustle and bustle, when my brain is not making a list and checking it twice, I notice that some of the same questions that...
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Full Metal Jacket

written by Deb I had an awful feeling before I heard the first bullet fire. Maybe it was the helicopter hovering ominously overhead. Or perhaps it was the lifeless bodies strewn haphazardly on the empty village street. Then suddenly, as the second and third shots rang out, I saw him fall to the ground. The pleading screams and guttural moans began.“Really? REALLY?! Is it that big of a deal?” I asked, as my son slumped in his chair, letting the video game control drop from his hands. Such a scene, you would have thought he had actually been shot, rather than...
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My Delicious Summer Babies

Written by Lee Summer. It’s my season. There’s no denying it.  In 1976, my parents packed us four kids into a green station wagon, drove away from our southside Chicago neighborhood and headed off to the Wild West to start anew. The Wild West was Phoenix, Arizona where the sun never stops shining. I was on the brink of my 9th birthday when we arrived to our desert home, just in time for me to barely be able to remember those Chicago winters.  Any ability to withstand the cold was left somewhere along some interstate on that epic drive and now my soul...
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Mothering Anatomically

Written by Deb Dare I suggest that all of us mommy bloggers have it wrong? It’s not good vs. bad, silly, it’s pancreas vs. gallbladder! I guess you’d like me to explain. Picture your child as one of those creepy laminated poster bodies that hang in the pediatrician’s office, organs exposed for all to see. Got it? Now here we go… As a mom, are you the brain? Do you make all the decisions for your kids? Are you constantly receiving stimuli and reacting instantaneously, synapses firing at lightning speed, before your kids even have a chance...
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The Winds of Change Are Blowing My Skirt

Written by Deb This may seem extremely hard to believe, but I am a person with many faults. As in, LOTS.  And what’s worse is that I am aware of them! There really is something to be said for that whole “ignorance is bliss” thing. Anyway, today I am showcasing just one of those pesky faults of mine, and boy, is it a doozy. Drumroll, please… I don’t handle change very well. No, I am not wording that correctly. I do okay with the changes in my life. In fact, I look forward to them. I find the good ones exhilarating, the bad ones, educational, and those in...
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Pop Quiz!

Written by Deb Here’s a quick quiz for you. No pressure, the grade won’t count. So sharpen those pencils, put on your thinking caps, and get to work! 1. Upon hearing that a 16 y.o. hitchhiker put her purse under her coat to appear pregnant on the side of a busy highway, in order to elicit sympathy and perhaps a ride from a stranger to the closest gas station since she had borrowed (without asking) her mother’s BMW and promptly ran out of gas, you:      a) vow to never let your own child near this deviant      b) alert the authorities     ...
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Scones anyone?

I wanted to write some sort of poignant Mother’s Day post and now in typical mama fashion, it has now gotten lost in the middle of a looming Mother’s Day, uh, brunch. I’m gonna find that poignant post about my motherhood after I lose myself in some crazy-ass Mother’s Day beach brunch scene surrounded by the posh mamas of Los Angeles’ Westside.  Of which I am not.  A posh mama that is.   But I’m gonna throw on a cool cotton skirt and top I just picked up at the recent Velvet Sample Sale and I’m gonna strut into that beach...
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Remote Control vs Magic Wand

Written by Deb Seems a lot of my problems with other people, with life, with my family, can all be fixed with a simple change in my thinking… altering my perception. Sounds easy enough, doesn’t it? After all, didn’t I read somewhere that recognizing I have a problem is half the battle? Well, I recognize plenty, and I have even gone so far as to figure out what new thoughts could be implemented to bring about more peace, self-acceptance and less stress in my life. There’s only one small problem: I don’t know how to change the channel in my...

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