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I’m not a cat person. I’ve always had dogs. I like dogs. I have two of them. But then a kid in my house wanted a cat. You can’t touch this cat – she’s not terribly social. She hisses at most guests to let them know that she doesn’t like company and she…
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I was an avid reader as a kid – anything and everything I could get my hands on, I read. Thousands of books have crossed these eyes, but some “stuck”. They haven’t stuck necessarily because they were my favorite, but because their stories seem to have come to life in my adulthood. None has…
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I have three kids, in case you can’t keep up with the menagerie that is the Beauty Girls household. Each of the girls has had a nickname – something that we’ve called them, grandparents have called them, or they have called themselves. It’s the names they’ve referred to themselves as that have…
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There were so many things I missed about being “home” when we lived in Florida. Clearly, I missed my parents and my sisters. I missed things like the Philadelphia Zoo and the Mummers Parade. But Philly foods are hard to replicate, no matter how hard people in other regions try. When we first came back…
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My husband is the king of buying stuff we don’t need, never tried, and does not appear on any shopping list I’ve ever written. Costco is like a playground for him. There are aisles of things I never knew I wanted clogging up precious space in my freezer, pantry, or refrigerator. A few months ago,…
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What’s a girl to do? Devastating betrayal. Sneaky, behind my back antics. Dare I say it – cheating? Where did things go wrong? It’s not me – it’s them. So late last night, just as insomnia was losing to OHMYGODI’MTIRED, my husband comes hurriedly into the bedroom on his phone and asks if I’ve reloaded…
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With the New Jersey weather about as warm as we could hope – and the temperature in the kitchen from all the cooking as warm as the Magic Kingdom in July – we celebrated our Disney Side! The place festooned in traditional Mouse colors of red, yellow, and black; and guests festooned in their best…
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My husband is a bit of a pervert, and if there is anything worse than a regular pervert, it’s a delusional one. Part of his delusion – for the past 25 years – is to see the Cosmopolitan magazine at the grocery store check out, with the scantily clad cover girl gazing seductively back at…
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The first words my daughter heard as she took her first breaths in this world were not mine. They were not the doctor’s. The words did not belong to her father or the nurses. “The heart is a bloom. Shoots up from the stony ground.” After 10 years of heartache and heart break, my tiny,…
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