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When Real Life is Hard to Swallow (A Tale About a Tired Toddler, a Cranky Preschooler, and a Roll of Toilet Paper)

I should have known better than to make one last stop after a long morning of running errands.  But Walmart was on my way home. And we were down to our last roll of toilet paper. And I didn’t want to pack the kids up again after lunch, zip the winter coats, buckle the cars seats and endure […]

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The Day I Lost My Preschooler (And Why I’m Gonna Be Okay)

I lost my preschooler a few weeks ago.  One moment she was wobbling around the driveway on her pink training-wheeled bike, a raggedy teddy bear buckled onto the back with a red-loopy jump rope.  And the next minute, she was gone. I’ve been telling myself  for days that it will be okay.  That I will […]

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Why Every Mom Needs A Bouquet of Wilted Flowers This Mother’s Day

Welcome, friends! I’m so glad you’re here. If you’re stopping by from Encouragement for Today, I hope you’ll find a little bit more encouragement in this humble place I call home. If you’re new to the Overflow, please kick off your shoes and stay a while. Splash in the puddles of hope or just sit […]

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When Bed-head is Beautiful

I’d forgotten I was sporting a rumpled crown of bed-head until Maggie put on a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses and shimmied right up to the couch where I was sitting. I got a glimpse of myself in the silver lenses, my hair standing straight up on end and my eyes rung with smudges from yesterday’s […]

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When Grace Falls Like Snow

She notices the leafless limbs on our drive to preschool. “Mommy, what happen to their golden gowns?” The twinge of  alarm in her voice interrupts the grocery list I’m scripting in my head.  “Whose gowns?” I ask, trying to shift my focus from frozen peas to the four-year-old in the seat behind me.  “The trees. […]

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Why Your Middle Name is Really Grace

She is slumped on the couch all grumpy and mad, her lips pursed in a dramatic pout. “Why didn’t you name ME Elizabeth Grace?” my little girl asks as she punctuates her big sister’s name with a hiss of frustration. I set down the laundry basket I’m lugging through the living room and turn my […]

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Princess Panties and Superhero Briefs: When Hope is Buried in the Laundry Pile

I am folding underwear at eleven o’clock when he finally walks through the door in his blue scrubs.    The black rings that bridge the gap between his cheek bones and his blood-shot eyes testify to the nineteen hour work day he’s just finished.    But the sparkle in his weary smile is one I’ve come […]

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An Invitation to Color Outside of the Lines (Hope for Try-Hard-Moms)

Her disgruntled wail rose over the clank and rattle of the cereal bowl I’d just dropped on the floor in my attempt to carry all of the breakfast dishes from table to sink in one swoop. Maggie had agreed to color a picture for Grandma while I mopped up milk splats and recovered the kitchen […]

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Why Every Day Could Be Your Birth-Day

The pitter patter of six-year-old feet foiled my plan. It was the first day in ages that my alarm hadn’t been set for the crack of dawn. Call it indulgent, but it seemed that a woman should be able to clock a little extra sleep on her birthday. But his urgent murmur sliced through my […]

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The One Thing That’s Better than a Trip to Disneyland!

  I am trying to get a handle on another day that’s snowballed.  The sun will sink soon and the breakfast dishes are still jeering at me from the kitchen counter. The phone rings, and the minute I pick it up, I regret the decision. A monotone voice wanes on the other end of the line, […]

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