Calories eaten in secret don't count, right? We all know that isn't true, but we sure savor that chocolate bar a little different when no one is around. It's not that I don't have to share it - if that was the case I would just buy two. It is about being free from the … Continue reading Savoring Secrets
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The Shame of Success
It feels like a lifetime ago that I sat on bar stools, sucking in the smoke of menthol cigarettes. I don't even relate to that broken girl, clothed in the shame of her childhood and the decisions born from her brokenness. Far too long I lived a life that was not my own; a life … Continue reading The Shame of Success
One Degree of Change
It was a hot, Summer afternoon and I was sitting at a small, high-top table in my friend's dining room. She was hosting a going away party for her cousin, a young man I had met just a few months before. A few women were playing a game at one end of the table, and … Continue reading One Degree of Change
Choose Change
Who do you want to be? Deep down, if you allow yourself to dream for a moment, who is it that you are striving to become? What if we stopped striving to become someone, and began to be who we are right now? If we keep dreaming, we will never arrive, but if we live … Continue reading Choose Change
We’ve Come a Mighty Long Way
I was at my office recently, cleaning out old files and organizing my desk, when I came across a legal pad with what I thought was a poem on the front. The first line read, "She woke me tonight." My first thought was that it was about my daughter, but then I noticed the date: … Continue reading We’ve Come a Mighty Long Way
From Dog to Daughter
I have three dogs. Well, technically, I have one dog and each of my children has a dog...which means I have three dogs. I am not a dog person. Really, I am not a pet person. My husband, however, loves dogs and insists on having one. I made a comment years ago that if I … Continue reading From Dog to Daughter
I Am Enough
I spent last Sunday night in the emergency room. At around 9 o'clock in the evening, I called my husband into the bedroom where I was lying down. When he asked what I needed I told him I wasn't sure, just that I needed him. I am not a needy person, and may have never … Continue reading I Am Enough
Uncommonly Common Mom 