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3 Easy Ways to Be the Best Hostess Ever

I have a small house. I have an outdated kitchen. I have an infant and a job. I am a control snob. All that considered, I might be a horrible hostess, but here are three of the easiest tips to being the best hostess ever! read more

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5 Mistakes to Avoid as a Hostess this Thanksgiving

In my eleven years of being married I've made a lot of blunders as a hostess, the biggest of which happened right before my wedding day. I said no to guests wanting to come at the last moment. That is, I said no to my mother-in-law, who wanted to invite them read more

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An Introverts' Guide to Hosting

“Am I supposed to reciprocate this dinner invitation? Just how many times can we accept an invite to their house without returning the favor?” These thoughts often ran through my mind as a newlywed. read more

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Impromptu Hospitality

The friend or family member who stops by to drop something off, a neighbor who pops in to ask you to pick up the mail, or the mom who unexpectedly stays for the playdate. I was terrible at hosting the unexpected guest. read more

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Being Brave when My Girls are Watching

The stroller wheel hit a bump and stopped, but I was still moving forward. The stroller came tumbling down, and I catapulted over it. I felt each part of my body hit the concrete. My shins. Knees. Wrist. I was humiliated. read more