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How to Eat an Elephant: Next Bite, Please

Hey, y’all. Mandy, here. (I’m from the south. I say y’all and I’m going to use it here, too.) I’m staring down a big ol’ elephant and I’m about to tell y’all all about it. All y’all. Every last one of you. You know that old saying that the best way to eat an elephant is one bite at a time? Well, I’d like to make an amendment. A bite only advances the cause of eating an elephant if you chew, swallow, and move on to the next bite. Otherwise you’re just gnawing the same, old, well-chewed bite for a…

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When You Need A Win & You Need It Now

Some days you kick butt and take names. Some days you wake up early feeling rested & refreshed, your kids are great listeners, and your husband buys you flowers for no reason at all. Some days you do all the things, you please all the people, and you look good doing it. Other days you hit snooze 4 times, start the day in a tizzy, trip over the dog, sling wet coffee grinds across the kitchen, knock over your coffee cup, stub your toe on the trash can, and drop a four-letter word in front of your slack-jawed toddler. That’s…

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Self-Care is More than a Spa Day

I am 38.99 years old (let’s not wave the 39-year-old banner until the official moment in four days, okay?) and I am a big, fat sissy about going to the dentist. I am a huge whiny baby. I am full on toddler drama packaged in a grown woman’s body. I go all, I’m an adult and you can’t make me. I throw around excuses like life is complicated, I’m busy, and I’ll do it soon. I make false promises like I’ll call them on Monday. I may hurl a you aren’t the boss of me at the most casual of…

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When I Grow Up

Good news, my three-year-old has announced that she’s going to be a dragon when she grows up. Not just any old dragon, she’s going to be a mean-eyed, fire-breathing dragon with wings so she can fly. And not the extinct kind, the ALIVE kind.  I’m not sure if I’m frightened or proud of her creative vision and determination. A little bit of both, I think.  I’m ashamed to admit that when presented with this information, I may have suggested that she will always be a human, even when she’s big. Eleanor gasped in great offense and shed a possible tear.…

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Fresh Starts and Personal Goals

Spring is officially here, ushering in longer days and warmer temperatures.  Trees are blooming, plants are sprouting, and before you know it momma bird will be back to make her nest in the hanging basket on my front porch.  There is newness everywhere.  It’s a fresh start and it’s sweeping me off my feet. Speaking of fresh starts, how’s your New Year’s Resolution going? Are you totally killing that personal goal?  Was January 1st the magical date for turning your life around? Have you started doing all the good things and stopped doing all the bad things?  Do you pretty…

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Journey of Grief

I never wanted to be in the club of child loss, but here I stand.  If you are relatively new in my life or to my writing, please allow me the briefest of explanations before I share with you some thoughts on the journey of grief. In 2002 Drew and I welcomed our first baby girl and we named her Alex.  In 2005 we welcomed our second baby girl and we named her Emma.  (Side note: approximately forty-three billion people named their baby Emma in the next few years, a fact which I still harbor slight resentment over, given that…

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International Women’s Day

March 8th is International Women’s Day.  I did not have this day marked on my calendar and I had no plan for writing about anything remotely feminist, but when I opened my social media this morning– there it was.  What a relevant topic, I thought.  I should write about this, I said to myself.  I started with one basic Google search of “feminism” and then I promptly fell down the rabbit hole. One deep breath and one bag of chocolate chip brownie brittle (a magical snack that cures a multitude of ailments) brought me back to why this day inspired…

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Three Steps Closer to Controlling your Emotions

I fancy myself a writer and sometimes I stand up from my desk after a focused afternoon feeling like I’ve written something that people need to read.  Other times I sit cross legged on the counter while my three year old daughter, Eleanor, splashes in the bath.  Which is what I’m doing right now.  Welcome to my office.  Eleanor now has her new T-Rex toy balanced on the edge of the tub after what appeared to be a rager of a dinosaur tantrum and, as she wraps her wash cloth around him, she pats his head and whispers, “I know…

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