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This is my all-time favorite poem, by John O’Donohue: For a New Beginning In out of the way places of the heart Where your thoughts ..read more
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I’m in plank position, toes flexed, torso rotated open, arm reaching for the sky when I hear her. “Breathe. Don’t forget to breathe ..read more
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I became a mother for the first time at 25. Billy and I married at 23, and thirty seconds later, kind strangers at the grocery store began ..read more
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It was a year ago today that I hit the green “Publish” button on the very first post on This Life in Progress and held my breath. Like ..read more
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I’ve seen the Disney movies. I know stepparenting isn’t an easy gig. But after taking the plunge and marrying Gabe, I was still ..read more
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This house is a constant, wild cacophony of dart gun wars, impromptu karaoke and teenage meltdowns. Gabe and I sometimes forget that most ..read more
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I often describe my relationship with my husband only to find myself fighting off a swarm of bees. I love that man like crazycakes, and ..read more
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Buffy is broody. This has happened before, and it’s terribly inconvenient. The children are afraid of our broody Buffy because she ..read more
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Yesterday, during that witching hour between dinner and bedtime, I walked out the back door and into our yard. I sat in an old faded ..read more
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