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Photo credit Often, it’s a restless night and bad dreams that tell me I forgot. Other times it’s the way I snap and growl at my children in the morning. It’s not that they’re worse than normal, but I’m less tolerant, carrying my own internal agitation...
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Reaching across the purple loveseat where we sat, I grabbed a hunk of my husband’s wildly overgrown hair and held it between my fingers. “I have an idea,” I said, “Let’s hold Daddy down and cut his hair.” The kids, sprawled around the room in various stages of...
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I hate Skittles. I do not want to, as the slogan goes, “Taste the rainbow.” If a Skittle accidentally fell into my mouth, I would spit it out. This is how I feel about most candy. Except for sour patch kids. Levi and Isaiah, however, like...
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Shift each log. Make room for air to move through. Turn your head away and inhale, deep, through nostrils. Then turn again toward the dark stove and exhale. Aim low, for the coals, but not low enough to stir the ashes. Blow out long and hard until all air is...
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(THIS is the lovely view across the street from our house. Amazing.) When the day starts with your huggy-boy not willing to give you a hug. Then progresses to yelling and hitting. When you let them watch way more T.V. than they should and it only...
