THE JOURNAL

THE JOURNAL

My dad lifted me on to the kitchen island, walked all the way to the living room, put his arms out and said, “Okay. You ready? 1, 2, 3, jump!”...
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I don’t know how I ended up on the floor, with my back nearly out shouting, “Shut up already! I can’t spin it any tighter!” While Rob says, “Don’t say...
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When I was little, due to a series of very unfortunate series of events mostly out of their control, they lost everything. Even their idyllic house on the hill. Gone....
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Moments before Rob caught this pic with Bruno, I was trying to read a book on my Kindle app, resting my tweaked back, when both my girls wanted to lay...
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My girls have been competing over my attention and affection lately. Like at dinner, I have to sit in the middle of them so they can both “sit by mommy!”...
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TALK WITH TODDLERS AT YOUR OWN RISK ME: Poppy, how come you don’t like Jumping for Jesus? (Yes, at her preschool (at a church), they have a bounce house called...
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