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When Life Hits; How These Experiences Have Changed Me

When Life Hits; How These Experiences Have Changed Me

In my early twenties, people would continually ask me “how are you always so positive?” I would frequently hear comments like “you’re always so happy and energetic…I want whatever medicine you’re on!” During the years that I was constantly identified as a bubbly, positive, optimistic, “energizer bunny” individual, I remember a co-worker saying to me […]

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Missing respect

Missing Respect

Every now and then I see the smile. You know the one that you get from another parent when your kid is being good, I mean really good, and having a respectful conversation in public. My son will speak to everyone like they are family. From running up to Police Officers to give them high […]

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Little Lights in the Dark {Random Acts of Kindness}

 As my children grow older, I find myself trying to explain the sad and painful parts of life. I know they are looking to me to show them how to respond to difficult moments. I try to put things into perspective for them in ways they can understand while still respecting their abilities to process […]

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Marching With Pride

Planting seeds for a rainbow colored world In our household, my husband and I try to not avoid controversial topics of conversation with our kids. We subscribe to The Post & Courier, and my husband reads the Opinion section religiously. Our 4-year-old daughter is quick with follow-up questions whenever Drew cracks up over an editorial […]

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The It Hit Me: I'm a MOM!

Then It Hit Me: I’m a MOM.

When I heard Taylor Swift’s 1989 tour was headed to the East Coast, I quickly looked up to see how far of a drive we’d be making to see her. Charlotte, NC – only a 3 hour drive. We’re doing it. I’ll have just given birth, but we’re doing it. As much of a TSwift […]

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