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Mean People STILL Suck

It’s my birthday month. Yes, I said month. Because don’t we all deserve to celebrate ourselves for longer than just a day (to say nothing of trying to milk a little extra attention and adornment)?
You’d think the fact that it’s my birthday month would woo most people into treating me with a smidge more TLC. I’m forty now, after all. I’ve put in some tough days over the past decade weeding out mean people in my life. My circle is largely “mean-free.

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My Dog and a Blog

I never had a dog growing up. Never really wanted one. My husband, on the other hand, was raised with pups and has a fondness for furry, little friends. And like typical children, mine have been begging for one of their own. But five years ago, after the birth of the youngest member of the Tribe, we decided: NO.MORE.BABIES.

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Unplugged: The Upsides of Missing Out

This past week, I spent five luxurious days on the sandy beaches of Cancun, Mexico. This all-inclusive, five-star resort was plush with amenities and activity options. Each morning began with a cappuccino, delivered to my table topped with a frothy heart to start the day right. The choices whether to dine poolside, at a restaurant or in your room were the biggest decisions on the horizon. Endless fountains of drinks and desserts were at my beckon call.

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A-Typical Can Change the World

Creating the invitations stirred a pit in my gut. Addie was turning “double ones” and it called for a party. I suppose any time you put you yourself out there for others to accept or reject, it can make you anxious. That fear for me is rooted in a day exactly eleven years ago today–fear that started the moment she was born. Could she live a life of meaning? Would she? From my perspective, that life would have to include friends.

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End of an Era

There was a day, not very long ago, that I had four kids under five. Back then, I celebrated each kid-anniversary with tremendous excitement. Every birthday in that stage seemed to mark a milestone inching me closer to my much anticipated personal freedom. It marked a year closer to my kids self-feeding and pooping by themselves. No more “Kandoo wipes” or “Mommy, pull up my pants.

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