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Horse Races, Candles and Fresh Beats: A Treatise On Why I’ve Been Away
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Horse Races, Candles and Fresh Beats: A Treatise On Why I’ve Been Away

So…in explanation for the lapse in posts…
…the last couple weeks have been…harrowing.
(This, by the way, is officially the first time I’ve ever used the word “harrowing” in my life. And you were there.)
First off, my husband,  the eleven month old emperor and I just returned from a ten day stint traveling and speaking across 2,500 [...]

Today Was a Good Story Day
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Today Was a Good Story Day

As I mentioned in a previous post, I hadn’t swallowed up Donald Miller’s Blue Like Jazz and his other three titles with the fanaticism of a lot of people (including my husband who thought it was read-the-whole-book-outloud-to-me hysterical). But Donald is compelling enough in person to draw me into his story, especially during a speech he gave [...]

Thank You, Life, For Giving Me 5,000 Things to Accomplish in Any Given 15 Minute Period
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Thank You, Life, For Giving Me 5,000 Things to Accomplish in Any Given 15 Minute Period

You may have seen Jimmy Fallon do his thank you card bit. That is, if you’re ever up that late with nothing better to do than watch Jimmy Fallon.

Here are mine (and then my REAL, honest-to-God appreciative ones):

Thank you cottage cheese container (that I wisely tucked into my purse for the 2 mile drive home) [...]

Guest Post from the Emperor
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Guest Post from the Emperor

Dear Servant #1 (or as I like to scream at you, Mommmmmaaaa!),
As I have been crawling around the kingdom, I’ve noticed that the palace floors are not quite as clean as you seem to think they are.
Just today, for example, I found seven pieces of fuzz stuck to the carpet under various furniture.
Although these fuzzies [...]

Dirty Airport People & the Families We <3
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Dirty Airport People & the Families We <3

I’m sitting cross legged on the floor at LAX in California.
Not because I prefer the floor.
Especially the dirty, public floor of an airport.
But because it is the only seating available.
Well, at least its the only seat within reach of the an electrical outlet that isn’t already being dominated by fellow travelers.
I plug in my phone [...]

Losing Life
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Losing Life

Yesterday I heard that one of my former students took his own life.
Its a dull, achy, surreal sort of feeling.
One that jars you out of normalcy–the way we sometimes tend to sleepwalk through life–and reminds you of  just how bad things can get.
Of the emptiness that a human being can leave behind.
The school where I [...]

The Emperor’s Bad Day
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The Emperor’s Bad Day

Last Thursday, something freakish happened; something that had never happened before in the history of our tiny kingdom.
The Emperor stopped making demands.
I know.
If you’ve ever met this pint-sized tyrant, it’s hard to fathom.
But its true.
It all went down right after the Emperor’s royal escort (known only as “Dada”) dropped him off in his bedroom chamber. [...]

Mindcontrolled Momma: The Emperor Strikes Again
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Mindcontrolled Momma: The Emperor Strikes Again

Shhhhh.
I can’t be 100% sure, but I think the Emperor (my nine month old son, whom I serve) may have gained a new skill.
Mind control.
I have just become wise to it, but upon further reflection, I wonder if he was wielding this new found ability as far back as Christmas break (remember the infamous cell [...]

Babies of the World Raise Your Left Leg
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Babies of the World Raise Your Left Leg

Justus is in amazing stage.
And by amazing I don’t mean he’s performing death-defying feats or running some sort of shock and awe campaign (unless you count the explosive dirty diapers which–believe me–can both shock and awe). But rather that he’s in a stage where he thinks everything is amazing.
Like, for example,the dental floss case. Amazing.
The [...]

This Is Not The Model I Ordered
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This Is Not The Model I Ordered

Just an fyi: Emperor Justus has now taken up Kamikaze style dive-bombing.
Here’s how it works.
Justus sees something he wants…but, alas, it is a frustrating three to four feet away.
He slowly leans forward, inching toward it, as if he is preparing to make the crawl. As his leg scoots across the carpet (or the bed), he [...]