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To the 20-something-year-old taking a selfie in the driver’s seat of the car behind me: I almost judged you, but then I realized I once was you. When I looked back and saw you adjusting your arm level and camera height and playing with your car’s AC so that when the air hit your hair,…
Love ain’t always pretty but it sure as heck never looks ugly. Love is kind of like your spouse in that way; not always looking their best, but never lookin’ like they took a truck to the face. Okay, that was a bad mental picture, quite crude, and a bit overkill, but I make such a…
I’m proud of my forehead wrinkles. Okay, that was a major lie. “Bad Mommy, Bad Mommy;” we don’t lie in our family. Oops. Okay, the truth is… I. HATE. THEM. But, I don’t hate the reason for them, and guess what? The reason for them matters WAY more than how they make me look. Now,…
Hey, you! Yes, you! Do you hear me talking to you? You probably don’t. You are probably too wrapped up in yourself and your perceived flaws to hear anything I am saying right now. But guess what? I am going to keep talking to you anyway with the hopes that your nearby ear may…
The story of how my husband and I met is a cute one, so I will give you the brief gist of it. My mom and I used to have regular (weekly, sometimes twice weekly), mother-daughter mall trips. During each shopping excursion, we would grab a bite to eat at the same restaurant where the…
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