Category: Daily Living
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Why I Love Nashville..
Picture it: A beautiful, bright sunny Wednesday morning.. I’m driving my two year old down Broadway… We pass the usual Jeff Foxworthy posters for CMT – they used to bug me, now I just…
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Here We Go Again…
So, those of you on the edge of your seat wondering when and if we are going to finally get a TV – your time has come! But we are entirely hiding it from…
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France Can Wait…
My mom comes into town next week. I am thrilled by this, of course. But, like most mothers and daughters, we have a, well, sort of unbalanced relationship. We are best friends with complicated…
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My Britney Spears Moment…
I can honestly say that I, since high school, I haven’t worried much about impressing people. The parental cliques on the school playground make me nothing more than amused and damned happy that I…
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It’s Like Dominos
Something happens with comfort and luxury. You start becoming self involved and isolated in your experiences as a human being. Hold on a sec while I explain. So, I have this new car. A…
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Does This Make Me a Quitter?
Wait a minute.. Wait a damn minute… I am sitting here in Fido on 21st, the village in Nashville.. And, as I was preparing to write a blog about my nearly definate decision to…
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She Works Hard For Her Money…
What a treat! Donna Summer came into the restaurant the other night and, you know what? She has remarkable bangs! Truly. And, not only are her bangs remarkable, but she looks better than ever. …
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Miraculous Encounters of The Mommy Kind
Something that I never thought would happen HAS! I have met a group of mothers that I don’t feel completely frightened by. They don’t wear “workout clothes” (pajamas) everywhere they go. Even though they…
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Making Room
A year or so ago, my husband and I had a long (weeks long) conversation about how to get past being moderately satisfied with your position (in every aspect) to becoming truly satisfied and…
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Reconciling My Stressed Relationship With Time
Our weekend without the kids was a huge blast! We did get home, though, and spend the first few hours wandering around the house smelling their pillows and folding and refolding their clothes (ok…