Last week I explored a tiny piece of womens’ history (a seven-inch magazine from 1947, to be exact) and found it full of…
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So, I’ve been thinking a whole lot about “homemaking” and how it’s kind of a loaded word. All at once comforting, demeaning, campy,…
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Isn’t it just the way it goes? I get all psyched up about my new potential for productivity and then I get slammed with a weird week. You know the type. For no real reason at all, the whole family has just been off.
Instead of beating myself up over all I didn’t accomplish (namely, the completion of most everything I had planned), I’ve decided to take my own advice, shift gears and focus on what I did accomplish, which was quite a lot, come to think of it.
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If you sensed that I was freaking out a little bit last time I wrote of our lives since our move, you were…
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Following my recent post about the latest leg of our kids’ educational journey, I thought I’d revisit an oldie in which I described…
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What a trip. Seven weeks stateside. Seven weeks nomadic. Seven weeks of bliss-filled reunions, whole-hearted being and too-soon farewells. Of shared breakfasts on…
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When we moved to Mexico two years ago, we brought one suitcase and one carry-on each. Those first few months I lived in…
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For the sleeplessness that began when you single-handedly nourished a seven-pound being from the extra fat and limited energy reserves of your own…
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The other day, a friend sent me a link to this clever blog post written by a mom who’d been struggling with inadequacy.…