Murphey’s Law of motherhood states that, “When you are on the first day of a long-anticipated vacation with your husband and you have nothing to do but get a massage and drink martinis as big as your face and your parents are watching your children and they have poor cellphone coverage THAT is when your …

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My friend and I were running about a week ago when she told me about an NPR segment that she had heard on her way to my house. It was about fear and this man whose life was being paralyzed by his fear of rejection. In order to overcome it, he decided to put himself …

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I love my husband. I do. He is a wonderful person and a great dad and a dashing dresser. But the man really loves to run up hills. And occasionally, I get thrown into these running-up-hills situations and I complain a lot. My love of complaining about running up hills does not mix well with …

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My husband and I went on a vacation. Together. Without kids. I know. Crazy with a side of sleeping-in till noon. It was lovely, we drank beer, we ate the best burgers in Vermont and we had a full-fledged adventure (which deserves its own post once I recover). Here is a sneak-peak of “The Run …

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