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We all sleep in one room right now. 🤍 Toddler got upgraded to a toddler bed.Baby got upgraded from the mini crib to a full crib. Is it traditional? Nope. But neither is sprinting through the house half asleep while tiny people roam the halls at 2am. Families have slept communally for most of human…
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I am raising childrenand meeting every version of myself along the way some days feel like growthsome days feel like barely holding it together in soft lighting my life is loudfull of small hands, scattered toys, and needs that come before my own I am the one who remembersthe one who anticipatesthe one who keeps…
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In a life that began unchosen, I am learning—slowly, quietly— that I was always held.
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I saw a cigarette butt on the ground today. As I do many times in public…. Not just saw it—locked onto it. As I do everytime. The filter still clean.The paper barely burned down.A “good one.” And before I could even think, my brain did what it was trained to do: That’s going to waste.…
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As spring break began, we went against every instinct I have as a mother. We let my child be exposed to peanuts. On purpose. In a clinic. With a team watching closely. This is part of a clinical study designed to better understand and treat peanut allergies in a controlled setting. I understood the why.…
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I had more caffeine than ever before. Caffeinated, not cracked out. And for a brief, unfiltered moment, I thought, I get it. I could use some drugs right about now too. Not serious. Not even close. Not approval. Not permission. A mockery, almost. Because how do you fall apart to that and add that level…
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On marriage, illness, and learning to love without control. In my best Paul Revere voice, I whisper it to myself. Treatment is coming…. Treatment is coming…. Another day. Another season of stiff body, clenched jaw, guarded steps. Another season of watching the man I love move like every muscle is negotiating its own surrender. I…
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They won’t fit like this anymore. No matching collars. No soft baby cheeks. No arms quite so round, or smiles quite so effortless. Time will stretch them. Shoes will get bigger. Voices deeper. Opinions louder. The physical sameness will fade the way it’s supposed to. But the way he leans in? The way they choose…
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A Trauma Tuesday Potty Story This post may contain affiliate links. As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases. We were shamed, punished, and guilted into compliance, often starting as early as potty training. Control was normalized. Fear was framed as discipline. Obedience was mistaken for connection. I remember spanking my little sister while…
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A reflection on safety, memory, and preparation We don’t always notice the ways we create warmth until the world goes cold. A winter storm, a fragile power grid, an all-electric house — suddenly preparation becomes visible. A warm room plan. Heat packs tucked into blankets. Bottles warmed by human hands instead of outlets. The house…
Finding Forty 