When in California, you street taco truck-it for Friday night grubs. Palm silhouettes, lots of little giggles, dollar tacos that you’d pay well more for, pineapple agua, warm memories with my favorite people — tucking…
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Your first kick: my first joy in motherhood. Your first breath: the first time I lost mine. Your first word: the first time I heard my name. Your first laugh: the first time my heart snuggled…
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Four years ago seems more like two. I can still remember the night before you were born. Squirming and kicking about — you were beyond anxious! So was I! With a prayer in my heart, I tried…
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News flash! The phrase: ‘I have nothing to do’ … has just been filed under EXTINCTION — right alongside Mama T-Rex, herself. Such a thing does not exist in a mother’s life. There’s always more to do…
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This past winter, we started a little indoor hydro herb garden — coolest thing ever, you guys! That taste of success (literally in the form of fresh basil on pizza) has kickstarted their little…