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Finding My Way Back (The Story of an Aspiring Runaway)

Did you ever run away when you were a kid? I was catching a ride home with one of my coworkers the other day, and she told me about the time when her son announced to her and her husband that he had finally had enough and was moving on. He packed his bags and headed to… Continue reading Finding My Way Back (The Story of an Aspiring Runaway)

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Choosing My Own Adventure (The Story of an Aspiring Decision Maker)

When I was in the third grade, I spent the better part of the year obsessed with those “Choose Your Own Adventure” books. Obviously, these books have mass appeal, because there are hundreds, if not thousands, of them out there, on just about any topic you can imagine. At first, the idea of being the author… Continue reading Choosing My Own Adventure (The Story of an Aspiring Decision Maker)

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The Aspring Sleeper: My Failed Attempts at Getting a Full 8 Hours

Last night, I slept like a baby. Please let me be clear about what I mean by that. I am not referring to the sweet sleep of a newborn who can snooze through the sound of you interrogating your mom about diaper rashes on speakerphone while vacuuming and watching Law and Order (SVU, obviously). What… Continue reading The Aspring Sleeper: My Failed Attempts at Getting a Full 8 Hours

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There’s a scene in the movie Mean Girls that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. If you haven’t seen it, just please do yourself a favor and go watch it right now. It’s on Netflix, so you really have no excuse not to. Anyway. Near the end of the movie, all of the girls in… Continue reading The Aspiring Blogger

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As I put my ten month-old down for his nap which, as any parent knows, can range anywhere from twelve to two hundred minutes, I started to think of all of the important tasks that I need to complete today. I can’t remember the last time I scrubbed the toilet, and there is a glistening puddle of cat… Continue reading The Aspiring Something