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I Want Everyone Together. Maybe Their Own Address.
I told someone today that I am okay with my kids having their own lives, homes and spaces. There. Mother of the Year. I love my kids. Deeply. Fiercely. Probably annoyingly. I also like them differently, not better just differently now that they have their own homes. Apparently twenty-some years of motherhood has taught me that…
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The Emotional Moving Company: What Anxiety Looks Like Inside a Marriage
I sat down to write a funny story about my husband, a sprinkler, a puppy, and a popsicle. Instead, I ended up staring at a much harder question: what if some of the things exhausting me aren’t the things I’m carrying… but my refusal to put them down?