My kids don’t have a perfect mom. They have me. Imperfect. But I try, boy, do I try. Sometimes it feels too small, not…
Finding Joy Blog
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Motherhood is. . . I bet you could fill that in with your own description. It would probably be based on your day, honestly,…
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I remember the day you were born. It’s etched in my mind, the sun shining and piercing my eyes as we drove to the…
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I’ve been doing a great deal of thinking about age lately. Maybe it has to do with turning 44 and realizing that if I’m…
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Dear kids, You told me on my birthday you were sad you didn’t get me a present when you handed me the card…
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I need you to know this. I may be your mom and you may think I’m the best and strongest and most reliable person…