How I Got Myself Into A Holiday Pickle Without Even Trying

Let me start with the relief. My neighbor still talks to me. Even since it happened. That unfortunate incident. Also known as her holiday party. She’s a relatively new neighbor. Who knew she brought with her a legendary holiday tradition? “Come To My Naughty Santa Party” the invitation read early in the holiday season last year. A “Ladies Only” party. We were supposed to wear pajamas and spend $20 on an ornament to gift. Have you been to these sort of

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The Treasures I Never Expected To Inherit From My Mother

They are not mentioned in my mother’s will. And yet, It is so clear she left them to me. True treasures. So grand, I never planned on an inheritance so rich. Probably you should wait, Before you start fantasizing about how I will spend the millions of dollars, Move into incredible homes, Drip myself in sparkling jewels. Let me clarify. My mother passed away last month leaving very few material things. It wasn’t the life she planned. It’s the life

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How My Mother Shocked Me In One Of Our Final Moments Together

Leave it to my mom to depart this world with an incredible story. A surprise. A mystery. This one unfolded during the early morning hours in her darkened hospital room in the days before she passed a few weeks ago. Just me and her. Oh, how I’m thankful for those stolen private moments available only because the nurses offered me the couch and some blankets to spend the night in my mother’s room. Moments to write down all that she

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Granting My Mother’s Final Wish

I wonder if they know how ridiculous they sound. Those doctors. The ones trying to sell my mother on further treatment. How do you convince a woman months away from her 80th birthday that she should sign up a cacophony of torture? “We can put in a feeding tube for a couple of weeks,” their pitch began. “We’ll send you to a nursing home where you’ll be connected to an IV, sit in diapers, and wait. If you do well

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Why I Can’t Do The Facebook “7-Day Love My Spouse” Challenge

It would be so romantic. A wonderful tribute to my husband. I get that. And still, I can’t do it. I’m talking about the latest viral thing floating around Facebook. Have you seen this? The “7-Day Love Your Spouse” Challenge. The goal is to post photos of your beloved spouse for seven days including some mushy note expounding on their amazing qualities. And you’re supposed to tag two other friends, challenging them to do the same. I’ve been tagged twice.

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My Family’s Shameful Travel Confession

Pressure. I’m feeling it. The need to declare allegiance to a team. To claim certain values. A way of life. Hold your political horses. You know we don’t go there in this space. And yet, With summer vacation wrapping up, another round of trips ready to post in the digital scrapbook, There feels this need to own, Honestly own, Where I fall in one of life’s big questions. Do you travel or do you vacation? Because, Dear Reader, you know

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When Your Friend’s Mom Is So Much More Than Just Your Friend’s Mom

Please help me. I need a word. A word we don’t have in English. One that we really need. That I need. Today. For today is a sad day. My friend’s mom has passed away. A woman I’ve known more than 30 years. A woman who has made me laugh. Made me feel loved. A woman who has suffered with illness far too long. So, perhaps, it is not sad that she is gone, That chapter closed. But it is

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Why It Only Took 24 Seconds For My Daughter To Make Me Cry

I might as well go ahead and tell you. Self-report. Spill. If I don’t, surely, you’ll hear about it from my daughter. Same daughter who is about to become a senior in high school. Same daughter I thoroughly embarrassed this week. It all started with an invitation I never saw coming. “My senior class pictures are Tuesday and I think you should come with me,” she casually threw out a few days before. Apparently, this is quite the deal at

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Something Smells Funny In My Marriage

Something smells funny in my marriage. And by something, I mean someone. And by someone, I mean my husband. He doesn’t smell bad. Rather, wonderful, I must say. But he smells funny, as in his sense of smell. He smells everything. I interrupt our upcoming fourth wedding anniversary to ask, “Why didn’t you mention this before I got married?” Of all the things we were supposed to figure out if we’re compatible—religion, politics, money, raising kids, health. No one mentioned

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Sure Fire Way To Find Out You’re A Terrible Person

We’re having a popularity crisis at our house. What do you expect in house filled with teens? How sweet of you to offer your sincere compassion about our kids. Actually, you can save your concern. For them. They are fine. It’s we parents who are not doing so well. In case you haven’t heard– We are terrible people. Truly. Terrible. One teen this week was not allowed to drive home by herself through a bad neighborhood at 1 am. You

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