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Cut in on our hapless heroine. Curled up in bed furiously typing with her thumbs on the illuminated screen of her phone. The room is dark but from the glow at the edge of the black curtains we can see morning light penetrating her dim purgatory. Her bedroom acts as
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I've grown up. A bit. I don't know that I will ever achieve the status of "Grown-up" as it sat in my mind as a child. I don't know that as a little girl I could conceive of who I would become.
birthday
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When I was younger I thought I'd be living the life of the Jetson family by now. I pictured living in my high (high high high) rise condo with flying cars and a robot maid to do my dishes, laundry and clean the floors. Yeah, even then I
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Born and raised in California and then Texas you'd think I'd be used to a little heat and a dash of humidity... Well no. I'm not. I'm a spoiled Oregonian. I listen year round as other Oregonians (natives and transplants alike) whine
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Twenty or so years ago my parents went on a trip to New Orleans. I think my dad was working. He traveled a lot back then so we all learned to make the best of it. Every once in a while the "best of it" meant a little
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"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." Yep. It's true. True of every moment that this world goes round. For someone it's the very best day, the very best moment of their life. For someone else it's
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There's a routine. A way I do things. Every night before I close my eyes and sleep I turn the ringer off on my phone. Plug it in to charge and curl up on my side to close my eyes and sleep. Except last night. Last night I
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It's strange to me sometimes as the parent of an only child, to watch K's interactions with me, her father, her friends, my friends, the world. I was never an only child. On the day I was born my brother was nearly three and quite happy
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Two days before I left on my trip to Austin my mother flew in from the Midwest. She came for two reasons, both greatly appreciated. My trip was very close to my daughters birthday, for which my mom comes into town each year anyway. But the timing, the early arrival
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Eight years ago my life changed in the most amazing way. I met the most remarkable person. Someone who will be tied to my heart, my life, my existence for all time. It was eight years ago today that my beautiful daughter K was born. When I held her in
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After a week on the road, and I use the term "on the road" very loosely, I'm reminded of a few things that make being home truly special. Though I had a fantastic trip to Austin, the joy of it was more about experiences, opportunities and