The Stories
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Confessions of an Ugly Duckling
Raise your hand if your mother has, proudly displayed on her living room wall, one of those most humbling of memory-keepers: the circular ring of school photos from grade 1-12.
Anyone? Anyone raising just two fingers in the Katniss salute right now? (I am!)
Saying YES to YOU through the 4 pillars of self-care
You are a busy woman and you probably don’t take much time to sit down and specifically think, “How did I do today with my self-care?” It’s not something we naturally gravitate to, especially with the demands of family, jobs and the never ending to-do list! When was the last time you gave yourself the gift of pausing long enough to think about YOU? Self-care is a verb, it’s an intentional act of self-love. It’s honoring to the body and promotes a tremendous amount of positivity in which you can approach life.
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Something to Prove
Cheers of spectators, dust, straw, and flying spears fill the air of the arena. I focus, I throw, I miss. I head to the burpee pit to complete my 30-burpee penalty. As I drop to the ground, the dust…
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I’ve always wanted to be a superhero.
Now, I know what you’re thinking…superheroes aren’t real…but in my world, they are. Sidekicks are too…
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I Hide From My Children.
Let’s be honest, we all do this. We all duck into bathroom for longer than necessary so we can have a couple blissful minutes of using our phones for something other than Paw Patrol. Not that we get any real peace, they are still yelling “ Mom Mom…
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HOME: What is it? Where is it? Can you feel it?
I struggled with these questions for a long time. I always felt not-quite-rooted. It had nothing to do with my family…
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That Day
That day, all I remember is that my little friend wanted to go back to my house to play. Being in the 1st grade, it was fun to walk to each other’s houses by ourselves since we lived on the same block…
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Laugh a Little. Be Grateful.
One of my biggest pet peeves around the house is when my husband refuses to take the toilet paper roll off and replace it with a new one. I don’t care about the “over-under” debate of which way it supposed to go on…
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