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Stevie, short for Stephanie, is a self-proclaimed coffee addict, wife, and mother to three fur babies that have taken over her heart and home. A lover of words and yoga, she blogs at Joy … Continue reading
***I must preface this by saying I’m a terrible person. I’d promised Kim I’d publish her piece a week ago, but I was out of town and I completely spaced. Fortunately, Kim is a doll and very understanding. Nevermind the … Continue reading
The mother to a middle school-aged son, Renée A. Schuls-Jacobson scribbles ideas for essays on napkins and scraps of paper and then loses them. A long-time teacher with an irrational love for office supplies, she … Continue reading
Deborah Cruz, better known as @TruthfulMommy, authors the often hilarious, sometimes make you cry, always brutally honest parenting site The TRUTH about Motherhood. She is the wife to her best friend, a writer, and … Continue reading
a delicate strand of an afternoon– her threads are unraveling, hanging off. she’s thankful for the friend who’s a phone call away. they devour sandwiches, both tired, hungry, worn thin by this day, its drama and defeats. mustard and mayonnaise … Continue reading
Looking for my Storkie giveaway? CLICK HERE! I found this writing excercise via Galit Breen’s blog, These Little Waves, and she got it from Mama Kat. It’s been on my mind for awhile, but I’ve been distracted. Now it’s time. … Continue reading
the pitter-patter of long-awaited raindrops. a slow, soft murmuring sort of morning; everything moving slowly. snuggled in my warm bed with sheets desperately needing to be washed. the scent of us, our family, wafts over me, making me almost weepy … Continue reading
Magic, mystery and someone else’s master plan have brought you here. You perch daintily in my lap, delicate as a flower. I will not hurt you. You’ve traveled a long way. You are tired. I will take care of you. … Continue reading
The green shoots of our day lilies are pushing up from the wet, winter-weary earth. They put the cold away, boxing it up tightly. They bring so much lightness in. My heart leaps when I see the first delicate fronds. I feel fresh and new, too. I feel full … Continue reading