Boondock Ramblings

A little bit about a lot of things

She is drawn to mud puddles like a moth to flame. Like a horse to water. Like a fly to poop. Like me to chocolate. She was drawn to it that day and I let her – even though she was wearing a new cute, light pink dress and I had a feeling it would …

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I wasn’t ready for it, I’m not going to lie. The attitude. The firm shakes of the head and the cry of “no!” The folded arms. The tantrums.  The deep scowls and body flops to the floor. She’s not even two.  Yet these are the reactions I have had as I stare in horror at …

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My husband grew up without his dad. The reasons why are complicated and that’s not my story to tell. What is my story to tell is that I grew up with my dad, who is supportive and loving and has always been there for me, even in the darkest moments of my life.  I don’t …

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