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I’ve been lucky enough, over the past year, to have been a part of three milestone birthdays: a 30, a 40, and a 50. They even happened in that order. Whitney turned 30 last September. The other two I never … Continue reading
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Let me just start by saying that the day I turned thirty, I took my third child for his one week checkup at the pediatrician’s. It was the first time I had been out of the house since his birth. … Continue reading
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This is my life right now. Christmas decorations in March. Kind of nice to look at as long as you don’t get too close and notice the dust. Or the dorko photographer who managed to get herself in the shot. … Continue reading
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Last week I went on a quick trip to Baylor for a little of this: Oh, wait a minute, I’m not sure you can really see what I was getting at… That, my friends, is the fabulous Bailey Eubanks, sophomore … Continue reading
I sat toward the back of the auditorium, a full 3 rows between me and the next actual human being. It was only about a quarter full, anyway, having been used for larger sessions earlier in the day, and now … Continue reading
So, I’ve been thinking lately – I know that many of us are reading the chino summer travelogues and are quite enthralled with all their tales of camping adventure. There’s nothing like putting your family of six into a popup … Continue reading
THIRTY-SEVEN. I know that in the overarching scheme of things, thirty-seven is not a huge number. I know that, as it relates to birthdays, that it doesn’t mean I’m ancient. Also in relation to birthdays, I am relatively low-key. I’m … Continue reading
Sometimes there are just things I want to let you know about. I usually try to wait until they fit into the theme of something I want to write about (because I have just a TEENSY little bit of perfectionism) … Continue reading
Man, am I ever glad I did not do this. Because I would be failing. Badly. And I hate to fail. I really did think about it (which, by the way, you’ll hear me say often if you stick around. … Continue reading