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Going Home
It’s hard to go back to the place I called home for so many years. Four walls that are dangerously close to feeling more foreign than comforting now almost eight months after September 29th. We pulled around the corner to 48 Amantes, just like I’ve done thousands of times, and some of those since he’s been gone. It never gets…
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Big Sur State of Mind
It didn’t take long to realize that Monterey is one of those special places where the forest meets the rugged coastline. Where you can hike in the redwoods and dip your toes into the ocean in the same stride. Wildlife is so casually abundant; sea otters doing flip turns, and seals, the same. Overly intimate seagulls flocked with abandon and…
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Baseball, Granddaughters & 2x4s
Hey Dadio, Last week was the Padres home opener and the weather hit a soul-quenching 80 here in San Diego (there is so much pollen in the air, your allergies would be off the charts). Did you hear that the Padres picked up Manny Machado? Remember when we sat so high in the nosebleeds at Angel stadium that I was…
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Imperfect Takes Practice
I feel like I’m chasing after something, perpetually a foot behind where I think should be. Offensive piles of laundry. Lost things and lost tempers. Where’s Monkey? Did you get Ergo? How is it only 8:30? How is it already 8:30? I can throw out compassion like Tic Tacs to other people. A break here, a bone there. But when…
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I Found My Heart in San Francisco
This land is your land, this land is my land… Pandora just happened to settle on these words chirped by Elizabeth Mitchell as we drove from Sausalito to San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge catches my breath every time I see it. At first just peeking over Victorian rooftops and then, in plain, awe-inspiring site. We rented a convertible, because…
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Collections
When I was little I collected erasers. Not just any ordinary erasers, but really neat erasers that were shaped like animals, shoes, lipstick and people. I would play with my eraser collection for hours like each little rubbery item had a pulse. I would make up stories, sort them in a special order, and never, ever use them for their…
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Wish You Were Here
As we sat eating dinner at Panama 66 in Balboa Park, the sun had just settled in for the night and the iconic Museum of Man tower was illuminated with purple and blue lights set against the dusky sky. The kids were happy and we were happy. It was one of those beautiful moments where you sink a little deeper…
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Coura’s New Head Gear
Coura is locked and loaded with her new head gear. After much deliberation and waiting for natural improvement, we decided to move forward with the recommended DOC Band to help correct her moderate plagiocephaly (flat side of the head) that she’s had since birth. While it’s primarily a cosmetic decision that impacts her head shape, facial and ear symmetry, it…
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Out of the Grey
As I continue to find my footing, my voice and my self in this transformative season of motherhood, I’ve been mostly comfortable living in the middle. Extremes haven’t really been my thing. I’ve been taking in all sides of the story and experiencing a little bit of everything, all from the safety of my moderate mind. The girl who once…
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Happiest Kids in the World
There’s currently a book sitting on my nightstand titled: “The Happiest Kids in the World”. It’s ironic to see it sitting there when the big one is in complete hysterics at 5:30am for no reason other than: “I want a banana!” (give her a banana) “No I don’t want a banana!” (throws banana on floor) “I want daddy!” (daddy holds…
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