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“One generation full of deeply loving parents would change the brain of the next generation, and with that, the world.” ~Dr. Charles Raison
A new baby fills a place in your heart (and a gazillion diapers). “No Cuts. No Color. Just Blowouts.” These were the words on the window of a local blow-bar (get your head out of your you-know-where folks). Blow-bars are the new thing apparently for lady’s who enjoy getting their hair professionally styled without the…
“It takes courage to grow up and become who you were really meant to be.” – E. E. Cummings I wasn’t sure if I was quite ready. In my heart, I wanted you out of my body; to be next to me, so I could smell your sweet scent and look into your wonder-filled eyes….
Is that a helicopter I hear? Oh, wait…that’s just me. What in the world is a free-range child anyway? My child is not a darn chicken, he was not farm-raised, he is not antibiotic-free, and he sure isn’t friendly with a man named Jim Purdue. So, why in the heck would I be a free-range…
Marry someone that no matter how rough the sea, they refuse to let you sink. Hey there… Are you okay? You seem lost. Do you know where you are? It’s me…your husband…do you remember me? I know that it must feel like you are in a foreign body, in an unknown land; but you are…
I love this time of year; new school year, cooler weather, and the holiday season quickly approaching. If you have not already started thinking about your child’s Halloween costume, you can be sure that they already have thoughts of costumes and candy floating around in their brain, and they probably have been since last October. Keeping…
Quick SideNote: I wrote this article after seeing an image inside of a Facebook Group that I was a part of. I was so disgusted by people’s comments that I immediately quit the virtual group. It wasn’t until last week that I found out a bit more about the story behind the picture, and that…
How do you spend your Friday nights? Its 8:15pm on a Friday night, and my 18-month old just feel asleep. Finally. Guess what time Mommy started putting her down? About 7pm. Uh, huh. An hour and fifteen minutes of bedtime routine = Ridiculous. There’s no other word for it. It’s not even like she was…
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