Did you grow up in the Catholic Church? Do you remember the song “Somebody’s Knocking at Your Door”? “Ohhhhhhh sinner why don’t you answer, somebody’s knocking at your door……” Love it. I am born and raised Catholic, but I hesitate to speak or write holy things, it just seems unnatural and a bit awkward to me. How can…
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There seems to be this cycle of “Groundhog Dayish” stuff going on lately. The daily grind of………Soccer practices, basketball practice, work meetings, school clubs, laundry, dinner, dishes, making lunches, walking the dog, trying to go to Jazzercise, kids wanting to hang with friends, dry cleaners, bank, miscellaneous last minute errands, and oh the homework! My “single mom, hear me…
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Ugh…yes, talking about divorce again. One of my goals for the new year was to tackle any lingering issues I might have regarding my divorce. I don’t know why some insecurities and concerns have lingered so long, it will 4 years in May since my divorce was finalized. Some people seem to move on so quickly. I…
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I am going to be bold and say, this is my year, also known as The Year of Barb (YOB for short). I understand many others have claimed this year as their own and that’s OK, the year is big enough to accommodate anyone who wants to take it for all it’s worth. One of…
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A few months ago, my 7th grader had to read a story from her giant literature text book. She was tired and not in the mood, so I offered to read it to her while we snuggled under her covers. The title of the story was What do Fish Have to do with Anything written…
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Another title might be…….”Endless Laundry Cycle Fails to Stop an Embarrassing Mom Blunder” What’s on your shirt? I questioned, after I picked up Handsome from school the other day. Oh, that’s goose poop. How did you get goose poop on your shirt? I slid into a pile of it during one of my football practices. You…
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Soaking rain has been falling around here for a couple of days. I’m a mom with two kids who are active in outdoor sports. Rain to me means a much needed night off. A night to come home from work, lock the door and not step foot off the front porch until the following…
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