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Grief is not a point in time

Text at 7:00 am Mom:  Please call me. As you pick up the phone and make the call a haze settles in anticipating the worst, but ultimately knowing if the worst hits, there was no amount of preparation for it. Its a call I’ve made upon similar request before and I remember how each has ended.  When the haze clears the memory remains of exactly where you were, what you were doing and how you felt.  For me, it is a gut punch. The air …

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College Flashbacks

Parenting and being among other parents in a social setting often feels like the first week of college.  Trying to figure your life alongside a bunch of strangers and wanting to make friends, but cautious you don’t end up with the weirdos.  (Sidenote, I landed with the best damn bunch of weirdos after all, much love friends). Almost every time I’m with my kids and there’s potential to connect with other parents socially, I’m at a loss. All of the non-verbals that make you accessible: …

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Write Hot, Edit Cold

Many moons ago I had a copywriting professor that said, “write hot, edit cold” in the moment, that’s where the magic happens.  You’re not concerned about if something sounds odd or if a comma is missing. The juices are flowing and you just let it go. Then, once its all out of your head and on the page, walk away.  Get a coffee, do some laundry, have a beer (whatever strikes your fancy) and then come back. Its upon your return to the writing that …

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How to Increase your Supply

Let’s be upfront, I’m not here to promise you how to up your supply.  To write a grocery list of all the things you should be eating that will double or triple your supply overnight.  I’ve read enough of those articles and eaten the cookies, the muffins, made smoothies with flax and oatmeal and you know what? Sometimes it works and sometimes it just doesn’t. There are certain truths that need to be shared.  The invisible pressure that exists in our world today around how …

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The Sway

If you’ve been around you’ve seen it. If you are a parent you live it.  The inexplicable and contagious sway as you stand, talk and hold your little.  For some it isn’t instantaneous, not starting the moment the baby lands in arms.  It is and takes some adjustment. Sometimes too fast and others too slow, but it’s always there. Our bodies become pendulums, to lull and comfort.  Our arms ache as five minutes become 10 and 10 turns into an hour or more. Sometimes pleading …

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Trajectory

Trajectory (noun) : The path followed by a projectile flying or an object moving under the action of given forces. Every now and again my mortality strikes me.  Not in a morbid way, but in the kind of way that forces you to reflect.  On the day, week, year, life. In those moments, I am completely overcome with emotion and gratitude.  It happened last week as I held T in my parent’s kitchen. We were celebrating Christmas, the house bustling after presents were open and …

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Back to the Grind

Eight weeks ago I welcomed a pink, chubby, new darling into my life.  We were strangers that had only knocked on doors but had not yet come face to face.  Now as I’m ready to head back to work tomorrow this pink, chubbier darling stares back at me and my heart bursts.  We are no longer strangers. We have been constant companions, sharing late nights, meals, naps, hugs and tears in a way he hasn’t with anyone else.  Eight weeks feels like enough if I …

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Gratitude With a Side of Mashed Potatoes

Thanksgiving and the month of November is my favorite time of year. A holiday without gifts, just family and food. It’s a time that most of us take a break and reflect on what we’re thankful for. While its a great practice that gets us feeling ready for the holidays and the start of a new year for many of us when the hustle picks up again we get sucked in and the warm fuzzy thankful feelings can drift. Last year our office put on …

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First Generation Roasted Garlic Mashed Potatoes

My children are being raised in a household with two working parents, I was raised by two working parents, as was my mother and to my knowledge her mother before her.  Regardless of the obstacle of time – we are all culinarily inclined. We can make a mean roast, soup, stew, chop, steak and a slew of vegetables to ride alongside (pardon me as I pat myself on the back). Despite our culinary prowess, at some point in our family tree making mashed potatoes fell …

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No Time For Apathy

I’m turning 34 on November 6th.  This year, not unlike several other years of my life, my birthday is shared with Election Day. A planned c-section, November 6th was the first day available for my mom to choose and she often says she picked it because she couldn’t wait to meet me.  Having recently had my second child, I realize she was also probably at the point of no sleep, swollen ankles, reflux and overall discomfort. The year I was born was also an Election …