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I’m THAT Mom at the Consignment Sale

I went to a consignment sale this weekend with my mom. We go twice a year, once in the fall and once in the spring, but the fall is the doozy, the grand hurrah of sales. And this year was no exception. We rocked it, and yes, I did every one of the things I talked about in this article on Her View From Home. Click on the picture to read.   *Linking up with

Church, Old-School. (Sunday Thoughts Link Up #38)

ACTS 2:42-47 42 They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. 43 Everyone was filled with awe at the many wonders and signs performed by the apostles. 44 All the believers were together and had everything in common. 45 They sold property and possessions to give to anyone who had need. 46 Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, 47 praising God

To the Mom of Kids Too Young to Go “Back to School”, I Feel You

I see you giving the side-eye to those school supplies at Target while you’re cruising down the aisle with your Starbuck’s Frapp and kids hanging off every corner of the cart. I know you’d like to ram the Crayola display, just cut a swath of destruction through the notebooks and glitter pens and Moana backpacks. You’d rain down fire on the grocery store for even having back-to-school sales on Lunchables if you could. Because you

If You Love Your OB/GYN, Book Your Next 20 Years of Appointments Now

She ruined her tennis shoes. That’s what I think every time I walk into my OB/GYN’s office for a routine check-up. This woman, a decade older and millennia wiser, ruined her tennis shoes for me. She also saved my life and my babies, all three of them. So when I read in New York Magazine that we’re about to enter an OB/GYN drought, a shortage of epic proportions, I wish I could book my next

Game of Thrones Made Me Wish I Was Pregnant Again (and Other Proof that Babies are Sorcerers)

Game of Thrones has destroyed my life. If John Snow could hold a hand out through the television, I’d take it. I don’t care if he died and came back. I don’t care if he’d rather hunt White Walkers than settle down. And that he’s  in love with Daenerys. We all still know he’s just a Millennial with his beard-grooming shears in his pocket and flannel shirt under all those furs. But it’s Cersei that’s

The Moment Our House Became “Handicap-Accessible”

The special needs life is small and big. It’s small in that you feel like 90% of the other parents you meet can’t even picture what goes on within your four walls on a daily basis. And it’s big in the fact that it opens your life and heart wide open to other people who can help you and at least feel for you if not like you. It also makes you brave. I shared

Liar. Liar. (Sunday Thoughts Link Up #37)

GENESIS 3:8-13 8 Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the Lord God among the trees of the garden. 9 But the Lord God called to the man, “Where are you?” 10 He answered, “I heard you in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid.” 11 And he said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the

“Health at Every Size” is about So Much More than Size

I grew up working in the yard. This wasn’t making daisy chains and dancing through the daffodils. This was dirt under your fingernails and grubs in the mud. By five I was the designated mulch spreader, by eight the lawn mower, by ten the the edger and weed eater. Adolescence saw me earning every penny of my ten-dollar allowance through sweat and blisters and grass stains. I never thought of it as exercise though. It

Hang in There Worriers, You Might Just Be on to Something

“Rub some dirt on it.” It’s the standard-issue command to shake it off and move on when life knocks you down. Everywhere you look, the message is clear. Don’t worry. Be happy. Worry is every mom’s ugly step sister – the one who lolls about all day forcing her to do the heavy lifting and locking her up when the party starts. Worry, however, can be a good thing. Worry, in all its glory, can

5 Books to Teach Curious Kids about Coding

Do you remember the Y2K freak out? Were you one of the people in Time Square partying like it was your last night on earth? Are you still using up those canned goods and toilet paper from your emergency cache? Nobody knew what to do when the binary code flipped over, except the computer nerds of course. They never lost their cool. I’m a nerd myself, but I’m a literature-loving, crossword-working, NPR-listening geek. I can’t

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