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Facing an Empty Nest

A month ago, or so, I emailed Rachel and Dr. Leah over at Singlemommyhood with an article suggestion. And today they published a blip about me and this feeling of loss I’m facing as my son moves away. I originally posted about it on my personal blog, but really, it is a family issue. You […]

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Celebrating Solstice

Every year the kids’ school spends the week before Winter Break in a flurry of activities that culminate in what is simply known by the school community as Solstice. Each grade presents a song or a poem or a dance; something to celebrate the lengthening of days and return of the sun. It’s a proud

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Gratitude from A-Z

Apples on sale for 68 cents a pound Bun Cha Hanoi, especially in Hanoi Children who run to hug me Dancing like mad on Friday nights Eric for making me happy Friends who have my back no matter what Gluten-free bread that actually tastes good Housemates we like Internet access, without it I’d be lost

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A New Hobby

The GuyFriend wandered into a pub over near his house for the first time a few weeks ago and found our new pastime: shooting pool. Last week the two of us went and both sucked miserably at the game. Back and forth we went, neither getting anything except the cue ball into the pocket for

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Catching a Sneak Peek

Since it’s just down the block from their school and I needed to go anyway, I asked the kids to meet me at the grocery. The timing was perfect and I drove by them unnoticed. But I saw them–laughing and teasing with each other as they strolled down the block. It was a proud mother

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ch-ch-changes again

Changes this time are only to the blog as I transition things over a bit at a time until this blog features some of the better posts (but not all of them). I want this site to be both informational and inspirational. As I write my book about our travels, and re-read blog posts and

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I am from…

I am from small town manners and big city dreams. I am from tater tot casseroles and bun thit nuong. I am from love and distrust. I am from an attic bedroom and a basement home. I am from one cup of milk a day and never eating bread again. I am from the smell

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