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I'm Back . . . I Think?

It's been a minute. Actually, it's been about 125 days since I last posted. The first 40 of those consisted of our last days in...

What's the Right Way to Say Goodbye?

Being six weeks out from our move feels a lot more real than being three months out. I imagine at two weeks out, sleep will completely...

The Tidy Life Is Not For Me

We are having our first open house this Saturday. Leading up to it, we've gone through every room to make it "show-ready" and, of...

It's 4 a.m. . . .

Do you know when bears emerge from hibernation in Vermont? I do. It's sometime between early March and mid-April, depending on how late...

Six Months Out and I'm Nothing

A few weeks ago I was reading J a bedtime story. This particular bedtime story was a tale of Hello Kitty imagining all the different...

$4.50 Say What??!!!

It's been a couple weeks since I've posted, not because I've been working on some deep well-thought out blog piece , but because I've...

Me, the Dreamcrusher

Our oldest child, J, is four years old. She loves dance. She loves gymnastics. She loves swimming. Or so she says when I ask her what...

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