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Why I Don’t Make New Year’s Resolutions

  December is done, The New Year is jolly. We’ve hung up the tinsel, And packed up the holly. It’s time to start fresh, That’s what they say. But I truly believe,  That’s a choice everyday. {anonymous} With the holidays behind us, many turn to the New Year as a chance to change things up! […]

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Murphy’s Law: I Hate That Guy

I have very distinct memories of being an angst-ridden adolescent and asking my mother why some real or perceived injustice had occurred. She would smile – maybe smirk – and quip, “Murphy’s Law.” Man, I hated Murphy. It’s so easy to believe that if we do all the right things and plan ahead, then everything […]

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Yep, My Toddler Still Has a Pacifier

I’ve heard all of the tips: “Cut the end off, then he won’t want it anymore.” “Let him throw it away himself. He will be fine!” “Just tell him it got lost. He will forget about it.” I’ve read the articles on how to get rid of it, talked to our pediatrician and other mamas […]

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Bruised But Not Broken: One Woman’s Journey to Her Child

Adoption. This is a subject with which many people hold opposing views, such as: “You should have biological children first.” “You should be open to any child joining your family.” “You won’t be able to love an adopted child in the same way as a biological child.” “You shouldn’t have preferences regarding gender, race, ethnicity, […]

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“Made with love by…” Kid’s Art Projects Worthy of Holiday Gifting

Are you searching for holiday gifts that are unique, meaningful, hand-made, and low cost? These four art projects are fun for any age and produce beautiful works of art that can be given as gifts to friends and relatives! Images below show the finished projects. All instructions are in recipe card format so that they […]

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Mommin’ with Morning Sickness

I crouched forward, pressing my forehead to the cool bathroom tile, inwardly praising my husband for his recent scrub of the floor. I breathed in and out slowly, willing away the stomach upheaval and silently pleading for some semblance of reprieve. “Mom?” my five-year-old’s voice floated through the air. “Yes, dear?” “After you finish throwing […]

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