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Life Unscheduled Bookmark and Share

In the past month, I’ve driven my car only twice. Not once have I said, “Hurry up. We’re going to be late.” I haven’t donned a watch, so most days, at any given time, I have no idea what time it is.

I’ve had a month-long reprieve from logistics. It’s like living in some kind of weird utopia where time stands still, or like being on vacation but in your day-to-day life.

It is refreshing and more than a little unnerving.

My life, like so many of ours, is often ruled by the calendar and ...

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No More Bossy Pants Bookmark and Share

Decorative wall decals are a stupid thing to argue about. Yet, that’s what my daughter and I battled over today.

I’m not even talking about which decals to buy but the actual placement of each decal. My artistic vision of what this bedroom mural should look like didn’t match my daughter’s vision. After she patiently told me that she already knew where she wanted each sticker placed, I left the room in a fit of annoyance.

“Bossy, little brat,” I thought to myself.

Before you judge, let me provide further details. First, we were decorating her ...

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Settling In Is Unsettling Bookmark and Share

Dairy nearly made me cry last night, and not because I’m lactose-intolerant.

I was at my new grocery store less than a block from my new home, and they don’t sell my favorite yogurt. There were plenty of Greek yogurt options, including my second fav, but no Fage. If my daughter and husband hadn’t been with me, I would have been reduced to a puddle of tears among the milk and cheese.

What kind of person cries over yogurt?

Yet, after the hobo life of the past two months, I desperately needed something familiar. Eight weeks in ...

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I Blame My BFFs for the Voices in My Head Bookmark and Share

When I was a child, my dad occasionally had the opportunity to bid for a better job (he worked for the railroad) that would require relocating to a new city. As a shy kid, nothing is more terrifying—except maybe doing a demonstration speech in a required public speaking course— than having to make new friends.

So I did what I had to do. I screamed and cried and pleaded: “please don’t make me leave my friends.” We never moved. Not sure how much of that was my fault.

When my husband has periodically broached the subject of moving ...

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Not Yet Comfortable in My Own Skin Bookmark and Share

We spent yesterday at Pridefest. It wasn’t the usual Father’s Day celebration locale, but we didn’t have control of the scheduling. As the parade went by and I watched dozens upon dozens crazily costumed and scantily clad people gyrating on rainbow-colored floats, I suddenly wondered, “what do the parents of these people think?”

Do these folks care what their parents think? Do they worry that a coworker will see them? Are they afraid of backlash?    

But of course, the entire point of Pridefest is being proud of who you are—being comfortable in your own skin, if ...

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