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I almost didn't write this. Type... delete. Type... delete. Wine. Type... delete. How do you write the perfect blog post about an imperfect system? A broken, understaffed, overwhelmed, and at times corrupt system. I am often asked on my other platforms, "What...
Serious question: Were our moms constantly exhausted and stretched so thin, almost all day every day? When I think back to my childhood, I picture my mom so chill, full of grace, always put together (even if only in...
One of the most beautiful parts of Florida is the Florida Keys. From Jacksonville, the first key — Key Largo — is a little less than a six-hour drive (so plan for 6-7 with traffic and kids). Since we've...
"When are you coming home, Mama?" asks my little boy. "Will you be home to read to me?" I am headed out the door for a girls' night out, much needed, but his face is so sweet. He's almost at...
Growing up, I always wanted to be a teacher. I was the little girl who would set up her stuffed animals — or any neighborhood kids who would play along — and teach them in my pretend classroom. Of...
I just pulled up into the driveway after a 12-hour shift, and I can see my little ones sitting at the breakfast table waving at me through the kitchen window. It's their routine on the nights that I work...
Where the hell is the manual, “How to Raise Children”? At least a Dummies Guide would be helpful. And if you’re like me, I have one child and zero previous experience from an older sibling to guide me in...
Falling in love with the man of your dreams does not mean that you will fall in love with his children, or be besties with his ex-wife. Some do, and that’s wonderful! But for the rest of us, it...
Expectations were high. The time in my life focused on the all-consuming nature of motherhood was coming to a close, and as my last child walked out the front door with shower caddy and egg crate mattress pad in hand,...
You should never tell someone they are different — even if they are. Chances are, they know they are different without having to be reminded. I know I am, so why remind me? Well, the same goes for children. When...
It's me. Hi... I'm the problem, it's me. If you follow me on Instagram, you know by now that our family doesn't incentivize perfect attendance nor do we acknowledge the number of absences documented on a report card. Instead, we...
My teenager fell asleep in the car on the way home from Tampa, her head at an awkward angle against the seatbelt, her mouth slightly open. At a red light, I reached back for a stadium blanket and threw...

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