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Ransom

Posted on March 28, 2013

There are no magic words, no perfect stanza to use when a child dies. My heart is broken for a boy I never met, but who I loved through the first picture I saw of him. The son of one of my dearest childhood friends, he was familiar in a way I could never articulate. Where my girls sparkle, he always seemed to glow. The purest light laced with just the right amount of little boy impishness radiated from each photo. He was four and he lived each minute surrounded in the deep love of his big brothers and his mom and dad. There is no saying that he lived long enough, because he did not. The thing he had, the thing that measured…

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Posted on March 26, 2013

I have no illusions that raising three daughters will be easy. I know from my own experience that self-confidence and self-acceptance can be ephemeral, a revelation of my own worth one day is hammered by crippling doubt another. Then there are things like Steubenville and the coveted thigh gap. The technology that they are growing up with changes accessibility in ways that I can barely grasp. Each time the headlines explode with these sorts of things I take a deep breath and think, “How can I use this?” As I look at our girls now, it’s hard to imagine having to worry about whether they will ask me to wear assboards. Right now our life is about a joy that springs from inside themselves,…

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Home at Work

Posted on March 14, 2013

When I met Sean I told him that I wasn’t looking to make friends, he told me he wasn’t asking me to marry him. It wasn’t the last time that I would be faced with something that I hadn’t quite thought all the way through. Eventually he did ask me to marry him and I said yes without hesitation. We talked about having kids and celebrated in disbelief when we saw the first pink line. We had no idea how much life would change or how much we would change. I still have a chip on my shoulder, but it doesn’t prevent me from loving the way that it did the summer we met. He is still a romantic, but the years have hardened…

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Categories: Mama Sap, Work

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That Time of the Month

Posted on March 11, 2013

I wrote a post last week about my eight year old. Before I know it she’ll be 16 and her sisters will be 14 and 12. Do you know what that means? There are going to be a whole lot of cycles in this house. Yes, I am going there. I’ll understand if you’d rather click away, but what I am about to share is something you may want to know about if you: a) have daughters over the age of 10 b) have been pregnant c) leak a little when you sneeze, laugh, run, etc. About a year ago I was at BlogHer in NYC and I discovered a company that piqued my interest called Dear Kates. I was intrigued because the product was…

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Categories: PR/Media