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hello friend

Wow. Hey, hi. Hi. It’s been a long time. I think I got stuck in it? Like when it’s been Continue reading →

the weeds

The competitive childrearing arena is getting smaller and smaller the more I read, and I find myself starting to recognize Continue reading →

MMGH

Good morning and welcome to the Monday Morning Guilt Hour. We are in the midst of having my stepson for Continue reading →

years

These photographs by Ken Heyman are killing me. Beautiful sadness of old images. These children have long since grown up. My Continue reading →

running

It’s not a metaphor- I’ve started running again. Thanks to some mom friends who started inspiring me (you know who Continue reading →

masks

I think there must be a primitive fear of stepmothers. The stepmother archetype is so, so powerful. It goes deep and Continue reading →

vacation/vacation

Well, we are home. This was the first vacation we took together as a family since our son, now just Continue reading →

thriving

Sometimes I think the only reason I’m not thriving as a stepmom is that I don’t want to be one. I mean, Continue reading →

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