Humble and Kind

Colt is the perfect age for an election year. And by “perfect” I mean “equal parts innocent and impressionable — and curious”. *sigh* He’s been coming home repeating things kids at school have claimed about their (parents’) views and opinions and he sees the campaign signs in front yards and he will tell you he […]

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Yesterday was amazing, but today is even better.

The Oscars are on. I love the Oscars. My undying love for the storytelling of film is truly a post for another day, but the Oscars is a concentrated evening of the best stories and the best storytellers and they all look so sparkly and dangit I just love it all. There was a time […]

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My kid won’t take a shower, and it finally broke me.

Colt takes a shower each morning. He’s been doing this for years, yet somehow – every single morning – it’s as if he’s doing it for the very first time. Somehow the routine — and let me tell you, it’s ROUTINE — of transitioning from breakfast to Mike&Mike with Daddy to the shower — in […]

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2 Quarts of Self-Awareness for 2016

When Colt was a baby, my friend Nancy highly recommended an item by Pampered Chef – the Quik-Stir Pitcher.┬áThe handle pumps up and down, and the fan-shaped panel at the bottom mixes like magic. She swore by it — specifically for mixing baby formula — and I bought one. We never ended up using it […]

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Ok, Christmas. We’re ready now.

Growing up in this town is spoiling this kid. A month ago, on a whim and ill-prepared for the weather, Colt and I wandered downtown for the official kick-off of the Lights of the Ozarks. The street between my office and the square created a wind tunnel and the biting cold whipped around us as […]

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14 miles, 14 smiles.

I knew this day would come.

I had no business running 14 miles today. First, Jeff was sick and truth be told he’s only really back up to 90% or so. Then, I was sick. I fought it all week — missing work, working from home, resting and resting, but not sleeping well. But I woke up this morning feeling well […]

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Grown-up Christmas List

In 1992, I was 10 years old and over the moon to find (what we called) a stereo under the tree with “To: Sarah, From: Santa” scrawled in suspiciously familiar script. And in my stocking, my very first CD. Amy Grant, Home for Christmas. The perfect way to enjoy my new “boombox”. I must have […]

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