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As I stand in the place where the ocean and land meet, I have the overwhelming desire to go home.  Myrtle Beach is just not the same.  The sand isn’t right.  The color of the ocean is all wrong.  Where … Continue reading

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Runner’s Guilt

There is something inherently selfish about running. It really serves no purpose to mankind.  At least not overtly. I still haven’t gotten back into the running groove like I had intended.  There are reasons, so, so many reasons.  It’s cold. … Continue reading

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Feed Me

The worst part about motherhood is not the lack of sleep.  It’s not the complete and unending exhaustion. It isn’t the relentless breastfeeding, sore nipples, sore back, that deep and unfulfilled desire to move except you are tethered to another … Continue reading

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Too Much

My mom died on July 7th 2016.  My birthday was July 26th and my wedding anniversary was July 28th.  On my mom’s desk in her room, sat two cards, one addressed to me and one addressed to me and my … Continue reading

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Quilt Therapy

It was my husband’s idea.  Make a quilt out of your mom’s shirts.  Brilliant. As I was cleaning out her room, I couldn’t bear the idea of just dumping all of her things at the Goodwill.  There’s nothing wrong with … Continue reading

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Moms

Please welcome my friend, Amber Fort, back to my blog.  She’s been on hiatus, but has decided to make an appearance with a post she wrote after a dream she had about our mother’s meeting in heaven and giggling and … Continue reading

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Decomposing Doctor

To say that I love Halloween is an understatement. We play a little game in our house called, “would you rather.”  My son usually instigates the game at random times that make absolutely no sense.  While driving my firstborn to … Continue reading

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Back on Track

I live with a 7 year old boy who has been in love with trains since just before he could speak.  He couldn’t say “train,” but he dutifully carried around a wooden train in each hand everywhere he went.  God … Continue reading

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Runner’s Low

Since my mom passed away, running has been harder for me.  It’s hard to find the time.  It’s hard to get away.  She used to watch the kids while my husband and I went to races. Plus it’s near impossible … Continue reading

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The Day After

Sometimes it isn’t until the day after a tragedy that it starts to really sink in.  It’s not until after you close your eyes and your body finally succumbs to sleep.  You awaken in the morning to the stark reality. … Continue reading

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