The Bread Maker

 

TheBreadMaker

Years ago, my bread maker shimmied off the counter during a particularly rigorous mixing session. Its plug ripped from the outlet as gravity took over and the machine toppled to the floor. The crash brought me running to the kitchen, where I saw it laying in a twisted heap, tipped on its side and badly bent. The lid would no longer close; I was sure its bread-making days were over….

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A Prisoner of Home

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“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” – Maya Angelou We’ve had a nasty tummy bug in the house this week. Everyone got knocked on their butts, forced to rest and wait it out – except me. (Let’s cross our…

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Social Media Needs a Mom

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I looove social media. I tweet. I spend too much time on Facebook. I heart Instagram. I pin. I check in on Google+ and wished I liked it more. I love that there are so many ways to connect with each other and learn and share the latest in this little world of ours. But,…

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Better Off Without It

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Not long ago, I decided not to feel bad about myself anymore. I started ignoring that little voice in my head that always told me I was fat and ugly. Maybe you have one too? The Voice that called me names and put me down and told me I wasn’t good enough. The Voice that said…

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Tub Trauma

TubTrauma

I hate cleaning the bathroom. And actually, it’s not really cleaning the whole bathroom that bothers me; I’d scrub toilets and wipe sinks all the live-long day. Cleaning the tub is my most hated chore of all.  As is probably the case with most things, my loathing likely originates from trauma. Tub trauma, to be…

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6 Stages of Dealing With a Bad Photo

Nothing says holiday cheer like looking like you are reading through clenched teeth.

My post the other day got me thinking about all the bad photos I have endured over the years. It is a truth universally acknowledged that those of us who are ever photographed must be faced with unflattering results from time to time. There will be moments caught that offer digital (or film, if you…

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The Photo

ThePhoto

“Can I hold you to this?” David had just read my latest post – the one about how I said that I wasn’t going to waste any more of my time feeling down on myself. (David says this is something he has been telling me for years.)  “I think I’m doing pretty well with it actually,” I…

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Not One More Minute

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I’ve spent most of my life not feeling good enough. I was the girl with the gap-toothed grin who, once enough people pointed it out, spent hours in the mirror practicing different ways to speak and smile in order to hide my teeth. I told myself that once I got my teeth fixed, I would be…

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Guess What? Santa’s Butt!

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A few years ago, David’s mom gave us one of her ornaments: a dancing Santa that plays Jingle Bell Rock. He usually stands on the hearth and gets turned on a couple of times over the season. He sings and wiggles and then gets turned off again, standing guard by the fireplace.  This year, though, Captain…

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