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This is 40
Big day, folks. Four decades on this planet! That’s me. Forty. Thank God I got most of my identity crisis shit done in my late thirties! I am delighted now. I’m the youngest of all of my friends in their forties. (Sorry, guys.) I’m the wise elder of Those Who Have Not Yet Turned Forty.…
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Your rose, your thorn, and your bud
My friend Tyler’s buddy asks his kids this question every night: “What are your rose, your thorn, and your bud?” Your rose is the happiest moment of the day. The thorn, the worst part of your day: what’s bothering you or keeping you back. And your bud is what you’re excited about learning or doing next.…
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Returning to work
The return to work was rough, mostly because it coincided with my husband being out of town for like, two months. Sure, he was back for a week here and a few days there, but it was intense. With a five-month old and a three-year old, plus a half-assed plan for childcare, it really sucked.…
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Due Date
Yes, I’m waiting to go into labor. On the other side of it, I can imagine holding her. That new baby smell. I can imagine having a family of four, and it being a sweet sweet thing. I can also imagine the first few weeks and months being hard. The agony of sleep deprivation, the…
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Knocked Up and Feeling Down
You’re not supposed to be depressed when you’re pregnant. You’re supposed to feel lucky and blessed to have the Power of Breeding. You should feel smug, as this song, recently shared by a FB friend, reminded me: “Pregnant women are smug. Everyone knows it. But nobody says it. Because they’re pregnant.” It’s kind of catchy.…
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The passage of time, the passage of Minos
With Minos’ inevitable passing, I’m pushed off the mesa of my young adult life.