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Challenged
This is a crazy, busy, insane day and it’s nowhere near over. After school today I asked Liam if he usually takes his medicine right after school or closer to… Read more Challenged →
When You Have Everything You Want
I was ill-prepared for this stage of my life as a mother. I absolutely adore my life. I want exactly what I have. I want everything that I have, including… Read more When You Have Everything You Want →
An Open Letter to Dog People, Dogs aren’t People
Dear Fellow Dog People, Let me begin this post with absolute clarity: I AM a dog person. Coco, Max, Sugar, Sam, Megan, Murphy, Lucy, Emma and now Midnight . .… Read more An Open Letter to Dog People, Dogs aren’t People →
Don’t Blink
We could have been at gymnastics practice. We could have been at music lessons. Instead, we were in the backyard as last of evening light slowly faded and the sun… Read more Don’t Blink →
The Half Life of Parenting and Other Things
Today my little girl Moira turned nine. She is half-way to eighteen, and she is my youngest child. Nine years ago, I held her for the first time. Nine years… Read more The Half Life of Parenting and Other Things →
It Can’t be Bought
I strongly believe every one’s happiness is his/her own responsibility. I can’t make anyone happy except myself, and no one can make me happy except me. I hold that standard… Read more It Can’t be Bought →
Memories: Why I Can’t Love Mothers Day
I’m going to come right out and say it – Mothers Day is not my favorite holiday. It has absolutely nothing to do with the holiday itself, and I don’t resent anyone else enjoying it. It’s just hard for me. Sorry, Mothers’ Day, it’s not you, it’s me and my insanely powerful memory. I remember the birth dates of most of my fifth grade classmates. Don’t ask me why; I don’t know. They just stick. I call it the Ken Jennings gene, and I’ve got it bad. I remember the… Read more Memories: Why I Can’t Love Mothers Day →
Seasons Change
April is a strange month. This April we had twenty-two inches of snow in less than two days. April is full of birthdays, memories, and taxes. April is the time… Read more Seasons Change →
Amanda Rose Adams 