the same | Chrissy, Super-Powered Mom

Article courtesy of: Chrissy Kelly, Life with Greyson & Parker I grew up in Missouri. I went to Catholic school. 96% of everyone I knew were white Catholics. That’s who lived in my neighborhoods and went to my schools all the way up to and including college. It was good and safe and close. It Read more…

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Toasted Nut Meringues · GF | Bravetart

Article courtesy of: Stella Parks, Bravetart At work I’m often stuck with a rag tag collection of broken meringue nests, cracked macaron shells, and pulverized bits from a leftover jar of candied pecans. Jumbled together, these unattractive-but-delicious doodads make a thrifty garnish for Cranberry Pumpkin Parfait, but that approach doesn’t exactly make sense at home. You don’t need Read more…

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Back to School

Back to school time… I remember only bits and pieces of grade school. I have a vague memory of riding the school bus. I don’t remember his name, I just remember he was very overweight. On the ride home when we got to his stop, he would stand up to exit the bus and that Read more…

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Half Full and Happy

Today I was waiting. Waiting impatiently for Grey to pee. Bored. Sick of the Bathroom. So much waiting. Always waiting. Waiting for him to wash his hands. It takes him so long and it’s so much easier to do it for him but then he doesn’t learn. So much waiting. Waiting until August for the Read more…

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Being Born

I tried to pretend like last night was like any other night. Deep breath in. Exhale. Deep breath. Exhale. No thinking. Stop thinking. I SAID NO MORE THINKING, CHRISSY. I felt like it was the night before I was giving birth and I knew that by today everything would change. Maybe for just a day Read more…

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