Mother’s Day for the motherless daughter

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  My mom used to dance in the mornings. A happy, shameless jig in her PJs right there out in the driveway as my dad drove us off to school. She’d dance and wave and grin and I could feel the love well up from my toes to my nose. It spilled out of me [...]

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What I want my daughter to know about the mean girls

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My tiny human, my gorgeous darling, my little one – you are a girl. You are our first girl and I will never stop celebrating it.  You are a gorgeous, dimpled, delicious, just-one-year-old baby girl. And my darling, there’s some stuff that comes with being a girl that I want to tell you about. Most [...]

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Five Minute Friday: Gift

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Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We set a timer, throw caution to the winds and try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. {One of my favorite FMF posts linked up from last week was this one by DKARamblings} Want [...]

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The one where I get all the presents on my daughter’s first birthday

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I unwrap a gift today. Tenderly. There is crisp, pink tissue paper and tiny fingers. A small foot. A pair of dimples. Cherry blossom love kisses the sky and my daughter’s cheeks. My daughter. There you are. One full year of memories. All those midnight hours and aching bones and swaying shoulders and desperate prayers [...]

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Why you should never take your ordinary for granted

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It’s easy for life to start to feel small. To feel caught on a hamster wheel of wake up, breakfasts and packed lunches, a load of laundry, the dishes from last night, vacuum, work, write, tweet, connect, call, walk to Kindergarten to pick up kids, panic about dinner, serve it, wipe down counters, wrestle pajamas [...]

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Five Minute Friday: Ache

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Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to finger paint. For joy in the process. No matter [...]

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Sometimes Walmart is as good a place as any for a love story

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It’s a Walmart love story. Unlikely and wonderful. She has that pink ribbon just barely clinging to her few whispy baby hairs and still smells of the parmesan chicken she smeared all over the place during lunch. Baggers and shoppers, grandmas and tired looking dads all smile at her. She gums back at them, flashing [...]

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Five Minute Friday: Tender

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Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we want to, not because we have to. We write for fun, for joy, for discovery. We just write without worrying if it’s just write or not. Won’t you join us? 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over [...]

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And then after 18 years I rediscovered my mom

January 9, 2012

Eighteen years isn’t enough. Not by a long shot. Because she won’t remember. She won’t remember the first one when I rocked her through every night and ached from the tired and how much my heart wanted to eat her whole.  She won’t feel the knitted blanket I wrapped around her and the giraffe lovie [...]

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The Raggedy Ann love

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She keeps me up. Again and again and my eyes stop focusing properly. All I want is sleep. And I whisper to her in frustration, “It’s a good thing I love you so much.” I love you at 4am when everyone’s asleep but us. I love you when you projectile vomit all over me in [...]

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