It's the day before. You know that day. The day when you're in a state of cleaning mode panic. The day of laundering, dusting, vacuuming, dog-bathing, vacuuming again, glass cleaning, making beds and folding towels and prettying the kids' rooms and making sure...
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Never was there a more sentimental rabbit hole than the new Facebook app, On This Day. To prove it's addictiveness, because it is "not yet available" to all users, I regularly sign on to my husband's page to fall down it. On this day in 2011, a naked...
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I remember this age. Even now, I can see you.
You’re sitting on the slant of the roof. A dormer window allows you a bit of freedom, a smidge of rebellion. You have the attic mostly to yourself, a gift from the men of your church who spent sweaty August hours converting the space. You take pride in decorating it, setting up a desk, putting a calendar on the wall and creating soft light with a little white lamp. You sit and pick up the pen, one of those silvery blue ones with a fuzzy ball at the end, and you open the book.
Read moreA hot mess :: 31 days of messy parenting {day 9}
We are a hot mess.
All red, chapped fingers (me) and bleeding patches on back and legs (her). I had no idea what eczema was until I was 18, even though I suffered with it my whole life. And now, it is our whole life. Or at least, a big chunk of it.
She and I, cracked and itchy skin, binding us together like everything else....
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