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Sunday Bloody Sunday
My mother tried to gaslight me about my own period over breakfast. It went downhill from there. Welcome to Guatemala!
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Falling Into Cleaning
I don’t often have motivation for cleaning, but when I do, it’s often because I have visitors coming. I had run out of what steam was powering my motor to unpack and organize. Days passed and next thing I knew I grew numb to the clutter and disorder. That is never a good thing. So when my phone rang on Friday I had a renewed sense of purpose.
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Tales from the Hamster Wheel…
Working out comes with hidden dangers. You may think the array of TV’s is a convenience, but it is secretly sucking you into watching daytime programming you might otherwise have avoided. Soap Operas, News, cheesy remakes of an older shows. It can happen to anyone. It happened to me.
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Alcohol, Cocktails and Other Adult Band-aids
There was a time in recent history when I was drinking, but it wasn't socially and I wasn't happy. When was that and why?
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Drinking the Haterade
I took a swig of the haterade while I was reading some posts on my facebook page this morning (see, this is why I shouldn’t even get on facebook). I had a fb friend post a link to a blog about mothering. Then I read, on that blog, her manifesto on parenting, and though I agree with her notions in general, she lost me at the part about gentle discipline. I can only assume, due to her overall tone, that she must be the parent of small children and is NOT in a blended family.
