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I became a Gramma for the first time Tuesday, June 17*, 2014 at 9:23 pm. The details: Pitocin was introduced about 7 am, an epidural was given as soon as possible, :). At 7 pm she was only 50% effaced and the baby was at -2. They discussed adding her to the c-section rotation (she’d…
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We moved to this house 17 years ago. There were many reasons we chose a house in DeKalb, and there were even more reasons we chose this house in DeKalb. The neighborhood pool being at the top of the list. Our two streets meet in a V and nestled in the crook is a fenced,…
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I follow a blog called Southern Roots and Northern Blossoms by my friend Shannon Anderson. She is a wonderful writer and blogger. (I copied that line directly from her blog about Jodie Llewellyn, but hey, it’s true!) Shannon saw a post on Jodie’s blog that Jodie originally saw on a blog called Brin’s The Book Blogger Test.…
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I didn’t used to hate garage sales. When I was a kid, my stepmom had a porch sale every weekend until she was reported and had to shut down. A shame, really, since she had a steady stream of customers. And smart since you always find the stuff you meant to sell after the sale.…
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As most of you know, for someone who doesn’t “work”, I am always doing something. My most recent something was to participate with The Allegory Project as both an author and a designer. I had the opportunity to interpret the six In Print Writers’ Organization story submissions to be shown at the Studio Ghosts show…
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The moments may be all about perspective– time flies when you’re having fun and all that. Two minutes on a tread mill is equivalent to about two hours of Bunco, right? But the days– they pass quickly regardless. It always seems like we’re on the other side of our days. Outside of the moment, in yesterday or tomorrow,…
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I’m sure I’ve mentioned the view through my window over the kitchen sink. It’s my neighbor’s yard and it’s gorgeous. Lush greenery, vibrant flowerbeds, a pond with a waterfall, a variety of bird feeders and hand-laid garden paths. And berms. (I didn’t know what a berm was until I moved here.) It’s a LOT of work.…
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You may have to read the title a couple of times before you realize it’s an autocorrected text from my daughter the night of her first prenatal class. Then you get it. At 33 weeks, after monthly appointments, a handful of ultrasounds, the painting of the nursery, a shower with adorable tiny clothes and too…
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Have you ever read a story that you found so touching you were dying to share? Now, by “touching,” I mean a story that touched you in an immediate way—heartwarming… or… horrifying. One that tweaked your last nerve? Or your funny bone? Moved you to tears… or pissed you off? Curled your toes beneath the…
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