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I’ve been meaning to read Jen Lemen’s accounts of her time in Africa, but I just haven’t had the time. But today, I followed a link to just one story and it took my breath away.
If you haven’t read Goreth’s story yet, you really should. I always wondered what my life would have been like […]

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I’m doing some research for my upcoming trip. I really don’t think there will be any problems when I try to feed my son on the plane, but I want to be prepared just in case.
Unfortunately, United doesn’t have any posted policies on their site about allowing breastfeeding. I found some news stories from an […]

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I’m at home with my boy every morning (mostly). I have the opportunity to watch the Today Show, I guess. I tried a few times but I always wind up changing the channel, wondering who their audience is. Because it certainly isn’t me. Really, what do they have to say to a 30-something mom with […]

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We went from chilly days where I need a sweater and sometimes boots and jumped straight to shorts weather. What happened to spring, mother nature? What happened to those beautiful, just-right days where you can run around in capris and short sleeves until evening? Instead, I’m mopping my brow on the walk down to the […]

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And I can’t stop laughing.

Found over at Scalzi’s.

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I lived in the Midwest until I was twenty. I have many fond memories of that time. My family, the people, the gorgeous, green landscape. I lived in the Ozark hills (yeah, that makes me a hillbilly). If you’ve never seen it, no description of mine can do it justice. Rolling hills, acres of trees, […]

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I truly didn’t mean to go a whole week without saying anything. I guess I was just so… enamored of my four month letter. Okay, not really. I just don’t have anything funny or touching to say. I mean, do you really want to hear about how the kid pooped THREE TIMES while I was […]

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