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Not Another Motherhood Post: Part 187
One moment I am devouring my kids, dumbfounded by their brilliance and my insatiable need to snuggle them into oblivion. The next, motherhood devours me whole — then spits me out, bitter to the taste. When we had our third daughter, Mara, we were living in a tiny Airbnb. The railroad tracks ran just to our east and the Pacific…
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Love, Mom
Please get off your sister. I’m so proud of you. Come cuddle with me. Give me a minute please. No, one more minute. No one’s tougher than the sun. What just happened here? Markers are for paper only. What do you see? Can I do mermaid hair? One show. Did you hear what I just said? Good question. What do…
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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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Golden Hour
8:25 pm. “Golden hour” for those of us in the parenthood. After 45 minutes of Maisley’s In-N-Out style bedtime routine, and a tiny turd of evidence that confirmed Coura’s constipation, both kids finally gave in to their weighted eyelids. Ryan is kicked back in his corner of the couch wearing a new robe from Christmas while laughing at a meme…
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A First Laugh
I laughed really hard for the first time since my dad died. I was sitting in the kitchen doing some writing while Maisley was pretending to nap. Our part-time nanny and friend, Jordan, peered around the corner and whispered, “Oh you gotta see this.” I got up to find Maisley standing in the hallway, butt naked, proud and smirking, anxiously…
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