An Open Letter to Myself

I’ve always hated the phrase “over the hill.” Even as a child, I remember reading those bad-joke greeting cards and seeing people open gag gifts filled with adult diapers and denture cream and thinking to myself, “Why is this funny?”…

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This Is Your Captain Screaming

Yesterday we boarded the plane for our first of many family adventures this summer. About 20 minutes before landing, my son had to use the bathroom. The bathroom we had been sitting next to the entire flight. Grady was in…

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#girlboss

Today my daughter turns 5-years-old. She is a peanut, literally. Annie Bea is itty bitty compared to most kids around her but (like a peanut) she is packed full of power and strength. One bite of her wit and you’ll…

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Dear Grady

It’s Thursday, June 7th, 2018, your last day of first grade. As I look back on the past school year, I’d like to point out some of your greatest accomplishments. Charity. You organized your very own philanthropy. Day in and…

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The Giving Tree

The Giving Tree has always been one of my son’s favorite books. It’s a story about a boy and a great big tree who share a special bond. But as the boy grows older and wants different things out of…

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The Dentist

Going to the dentist was not particularly fun when I was a kid. I mean, I wasn’t someone who hated the dentist. I wasn’t scared or anything like that. But I definitely didn’t look forward to it. Not the way my…

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Shit

“Shit, another one?” That was my first reaction on Friday when I heard about the shooting at a Santa Fe high school. I was not shocked. I was angry. Sad. Fed up. Pissed off. Devastated. Anxious. Heartbroken. Fearful. Frustrated. Hopeless.…

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Fact or Fiction

I started a new bedtime ritual with the kids. Before we read books, we play Fact or Fiction. Here’s a recap from tonight’s session while lying in bed with my sweet Annie Bea. Me: Fact or Fiction. When I was…

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Happy Hustler’s Day

When I was 15-years-old, my father dropped me off for my first day of work at Aunt Emmie’s Ice Cream Shoppe. Before I got out of the car he made one thing clear. I had to hustle. Dad: Don’t let…

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