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I Am a Slacker Mom

The most difficult season of motherhood for me was the baby phase. I didn’t suffer from post-partum depression. My babies were healthy and great sleepers. My marriage didn’t suffer as a result of having children. I simply found the baby years to be tough. read more

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When Your Daughter Is the Mean Girl

When I hear the term “mean girl,” I conjure up memories of the movie Heathers or think of anti-bullying campaigns of recent years. When really every girl has her moments of being unkind and even downright malicious. read more

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Finding Friendship in Unlikely Places

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I had many people tell me I would make so many friends when I started my family. This never happened for me! Until I joined a club I never wanted to be in. read more

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The One To-Do List You Cannot Live Without

My husband is on paternity leave, and I don't know how I'd do this without him, how anyone does. This two to three -- suddenly we don't have laps enough, suddenly, my arms are not long enough, suddenly, a baby is weeping, and so are my sons and I am too. read more

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A Crazy Summer

It was the summer from when we had just had baby number three, a son, Garrison. Since he was born in late April, I knew the summer months might be a little “hairy.” I remember heaving my three little kids into the pediatrician. Sweet baby boy wouldn’t quit screaming after each feeding. read more