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Off-white washing a restless mind

My dream of owning an imitation sheepskin has finally come true.

I wrote something the other day about how it’s taken me four years to put the house back together after I insisted the whole place be stripped naked and painted off-white. This all came about in the fog of Judah’s first year on our planet. I was spending too much time in the house for various reasons and had this notion that changing the colour of the walls would magically make me feel human again. Funny how it doesn’t work that way.

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The guilty displeasures of parenthood

Among the many things I’ve learned about myself since having children, one of them is this: I do not like playing Paw Patrol. There. I said it. I will build train tracks, use my sock as a puppet, even turn our living room into a fort, but for some reason playing Paw Patrol makes me want to dive into the netherworld of mysterious grossness that exists under our couch.

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A missing side to our square

Different continents, different time zones, different blood alcohol levels… but otherwise two peas in a pod.

Luke was away last weekend, in Panama, of all places. People kept asking me why Panama and honestly I have no clue. This is how strange our conversations are these days. I knew when he was going, who with, and when he was coming back, but I had no idea why they went there and what they were planning to do. Maybe he had a secret passion for canals as a kid.  

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Climb every mountain, even if it’s a random pile of sand in the schoolyard.

I am in a major creative rut. Every time I sit in front of a screen with the intention of writing, the same sequence of events takes place. I open my laptop. I see 29 layers of unfinished musings on my desktop and am immediately stumped. Then I open the various notes where I keep writing ideas and my brain stages a rebellion.

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Hair today, gone tomorrow

Holding onto the past, right before it gets swept away.

I’ve always had a hard time when it comes to haircuts. It’s a crap shoot trying to choose the best time to go. Does it just look horrible today or will it continue to look horrible until I do something about it? I generally end up making an appointment after a couple weeks of follicular dysfunction only to have it look amazing the day before it’s destined to be snipped.

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Cue the Alice Cooper anthem

Taking a reflective moment before launching that giant rock into the water.

This week marks the dawn of a new reality. It could either be the start of something so glorious it can’t be put into words or the beginning of a long journey through wet sand while carrying bricks on your back. It all depends on how much your kids like each other. Welcome to summer vacation. 

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Drink your greens but make them purple

What breakfast dreams are made of

Until recently, I had never really seen food as a means to an end. The world has so many delicious food combinations to enjoy. I couldn’t imagine throwing away the chance for a fabulous meal from this cornucopia just for the purpose of sustenance (says the woman who used to eat popcorn for dinner). Enter motherhood and the tune changes. All of a sudden, meals become more of prerequisite for basic function rather than an enjoyable taste experience.

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