Don’t Pick Me…

Don't Pick Me... telephone booth

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

Real Mom 8

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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Addicted.

holding a pineapple

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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And Then a Riot Broke Out in Target!

And Then a Riot Broke Out in Target! 2

I was dropping Sophie (our 13-year-old) at piano lessons, and one of the toddlers said, “bye-bye Bobbie! I wub you. Dank du!” Another toddler responded, “No! Bebe, you using da wrong WORBS! It’s bye-bye GOGIE! And you don’t say dank you to her. She didn’t gib you nuffin’…”

The wrong words.

I had 126 messages this morning when I woke up. An Open Letter to My Children has gone out into the cyber world and had itself a heck of a run. This morning it had been viewed 500,000 times on Word Press. It was republished on For Every Mom and has been shared over 7,000 times on that site. And while some of you may think that is a crying shame let me use my words to say a few things.

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