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Rage Gardening
This is not a story about gardening. This is the story of Captain Douche. Please allow me to preface this by saying that I make terrible choices in men. They have historically been so terrible, in fact, that after the twins were born (almost five years ago), I swore off dating. I needed a detox. I no longer trusted any of my decisions. And also, raising twins as a single mom is HARD and who has time for going on dates? Prior to meeting the Captain and subsequently getting knocked up, I went on a series of terrible dates. I was an online serial dater, meaning I was going to…
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Getting Away
It’s 3am at the beach, and I can’t sleep. Sometimes, I wake up at these crazy hours and think, “Well, I guess that’s it for the sleeping now.” It used to be an every night thing, but I have been better about it for the past year or so. But I never sleep well when I’m not at home. I opened my eyes a little while ago and knew I was done. Unlike my house, a hotel leaves little space for wandering around at night, even in this upgraded suite where the girls have a cool bed that pulls down from the wall. I snuck out to the patio to…
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Finding My Place
A month or so ago, one of my favorite podcasts raised the question of which of your ages you would like to remain forever, changing nothing about how things played out. There was much debate on the show, and I have spent a lot of time thinking about it since. Having just celebrated my 40th birthday, there seems to be a lot of reflection going on in my mind. Being the milestone that it is, it seems to be a good age for looking back. I cannot decide if, being 40 now, I am supposed to be older and wiser or still be young and dumb. Maybe I should be…
