Our Home Buying Purgatory Story

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I don’t know what to do with myself right now so naturally, I’m writing about it. I miss my pen and journal for this type of writing, however, I have virtually lost the ability to handwrite. It’s boggling but it’s true. Last weekend I was signing books at a festival and constantly flubbed up my own signature. …


What if everything didn’t happen for a reason?

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It’s odd to be at a loss of words when you’re a writer. Verbally, I hardly ever know what to say, I stumble over sentences, can’t pronounce things correctly, but kinesthetically, I can always communicate. …


When a shopping trip becomes a lesson in choice

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One afternoon, my husband and I were Christmas shopping in Target for our kids. We have six together, sort of a modern-day Brady Bunch, ranging in age from 12–21. This was the first year shopping wouldn’t threaten to put us in the deep red if we bought more than candy canes, so it was a pleasure to amble about the store. But we kept running into a family we’d seen in the parking lot, a family that had unloaded from their minivan like a loud theatre troupe with awful casting.

Both parents spoke harshly to their two little boys, ordering them around with every word, every direction. The mother stood out to me the most. Dad seemed to be playing a supporting role in this tragedy. Believe me, I understand losing patience, snapping at your kids, sometimes losing your shit over stupid stuff. All parents have had that experience and I’m sure most of us have lost the best of ourselves in public once or twice. But this was continual aggressive speech, not scolding or reprimanding for unruly behavior, but simply being mean regardless of what was going on, as if there wasn’t even a correct way to walk from the minivan into the store. Or breathe. The sounds of their voices made me anxious and it seemed clear I was witnessing this family’s modus operandi. …