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To the Woman in the Line Next to Me at IKEA Sunday Night

You saw me with my daughter in the double stroller and my rambunctious son who was standing on the trolley being attended by my husband. My boy was playing with a $2 fake flower, and I repeatedly asked him to stop bending it. I was clearly frustrated, but too wrung out to deal with the fit that would surely happen if I forced him into a stroller. Finally I said something like, “Come on buddy, please stop that.” He looked me in the eye and said “No, Mommy, I will…

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Winter is Wonderful at Canaan Valley Resort

Have you ever thought about running away? Maybe grabbing an old friend and just taking off? Perhaps to some far-off mountains? I sure have… And a few weeks ago, I actually did it. And that’s not even the craziest part. The crazy part was that I ran away to ski. Or quite possibly die trying, because I’d never even see skis in person. As almost everything in my life does, it all started with an random, if benign, question: How would you like to go skiing? We want to send…

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Make a New Year’s Resolution!? NOPE.

This may sound a bit strident, but I positively loathe the concept of the New Year’s Resolution. Of course, an argument could be made my feelings are due to never having successfully stuck to one. In fact, the only time I’ve ever followed through  was last year, when I literally resolved NOT to set myself up (again) to fail. That’s not being harsh, to “waiver or fail” is actually the opposite of “resolve.” Admittedly, if looked at from the proper perspective, and if approached in a rational manner, the New Year’s Resolution could be a wonderful thing….

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Becoming a ‘Real’ Mom

“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’ ‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit. ‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’ ‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’ ‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin…

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I Have the Black Friday Blues

Every year, when this topic of Black Friday shopping comes up, I become the cranky step-sister of Scrooge and The Grinch. It is as inevitable as my children rejecting the candied yams on Thanksgiving Day. I’m probably in a small minority, but I avoid all things Black Friday. Not that I don’t appreciate the concept, I do. Who doesn’t love the thrill of a good bargain? I’m the gal who buys gifts all year long, taking advantage of after-season sales and coupons. Yet I cannot get myself worked into a Black…

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