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What Operation Christmas Child Means to Moms

You may have seen and heard what Operation Christmas Child shoebox gifts mean to the children who receive them, but what do they mean to their moms? Women who dream of giving birthday or Christmas or “just-because” gifts to their children but know buying school supplies and clothing will be enou read more

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The Secret to Being a Grateful Mom (#ILoveYouChallenge)

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7 Tips for Today's Modern Woman

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What Women (Really) Want

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This Mother is Trading Facebook for Face-Time

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