Don’t Pick Me…

Have you seen the ridiculous Vagisil commercial where the woman walks up to a group of her “friends” and they visibly shun her because of her feminine odor?  I am including the link below.  Is this what the media really thinks goes on among women?  And if so, the media is merely comprised of 7…

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Real Mom

Today is the anniversary of the birth of my real motherhood. The delivery was painful, joyful, and earth shattering. I had given birth four times before. I had miscarried once.  I have a negative threshold for physical pain – I had 4 failed epidurals. Well, one completely numbed my right foot, but that’s another story.…

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The high price of seduction… 

I fell for  sugary promises and fanciful lies.  In my folly, in the wee hours of a cold January morning I ignored every impulse to run.  I foolishly succumbed to temptation.  I had an out.  I ignored it.  He was handsome. Dark eyes. Dark hair. Carmel skin. He put his hands on my cheeks and…

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Addicted.

My name is Jami and I am addicted to motherhood.    I readily admit this is an illness. I can’t get enough.  And frankly, I am really tired. But, I figure if this is my vocation, by American standards, I have 22 years before I retire.  My husband might object. And in spite of the…

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Mind the Gap 

Several years ago my parents took my husband, myself and our, then, four children to the UK on vacation. During our wanderings we had opportunities to ride the underground subway system in London.  As the cars would come to a stop and passengers would load and unload a Bristish woman’s voice would come over a…

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Dear 2016: I commit to fail. 

The smell, although pleasant, was utterly overwhelming.  As I followed my nose down the hall toward my room, I knew it would be bad. Good overwhelming smells can be indicative of disasters too.  Especially where “the vandals” – our toddler sons – are involved. It was my fault. I had basked in the silence too…

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What Mom is this…

I am the worst Christmas mom. I don’t mean to be.  And I come from a long line of Christmas greats, I really have no excuse.  My mom celebrates Christmas with the zeal of little orphan Annie with daddy Warbucks’ credit card. And my grandma Mickey?  Don’t get me started.  The baking, the handmade teddy…

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EPIC PARENTING: A How to Guide

Allow me to teach you a thing or two. It is at this point you will want to run screaming from this post. Fine. You asked for it. When our oldest daughter, Mary Margaret, code name Maggie, was about 3 it started. If she got into any trouble, say for biting her brother John, she…

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A journey of a thousand miles begins with cranberry jello…

I left home with the vandals 12 days ago. My mission was to get our son from the airport, on break for Thanksgiving from military school. We would all be together on Lake Conroe. My first gluten free Thanksgiving complete with cranberry jello, included: a visit from local authorities with aforementioned son, long conversations with…

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Confessions of a Potential Child Abuser

I recently saw one of those Facebook memes, CLICK LIKE if you hate child abuse. SHARE to STOP child abuse. I did nothing. Our foster-to-adopt journey has been the scariest, saddest, most joyful, rollercoaster of my life. I have learned a few things: It’s not about me. Every foster to adopt story begins with a…

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