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A Tale of Two Easter Baskets.
The first married holiday that Kellan and I celebrated together was Easter. We’d been married for all of ten minutes, and I had no sooner hung up his and her bathroom towels when quite suddenly, Easter...
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Keeping up with the Kims.
Once upon a time, a pair of starry-eyed newlyweds bought a yellow house with blue shutters. Unhappily, just about every “once upon a time” that I’ve ever had the misfortune of stumbling across comes...
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Let’s Give Them Something to Squawk About.
It started with a chicken. I suppose to be more precise, I ought to confess that it was really the chicken population at large that did it to me. There I stood, standing in front of a glass case at the...
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The Day I Became a Woman.
It sat on the counter taunting me for days. An auspicious looking manila envelope housed an offer for a free, two month trial membership at BJ’s—our local jumbo store. Now, I should tell you that in my...
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Welcome to the new blog! What do you think? All I have to say is, Danielle Burkleo and Mary Hess for PRESIDENT. [Yes, both of them.] Danielle and Mary are the elves responsible for the renovation...
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Thoughts on Terrorism on the way to #Influenceconf. [How Southern Women Can...
I am currently sitting at gate B11 in the Albany airport, and so I hesitate to even type this out loud because if there are two hard-learned lessons that I’ve gleaned in my life about airport...
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How My Fitbit Ruined My Entire Life. [Tales From My Demon-Bracelet.]
Two weeks ago, Kellan and I were given twin Fitbits. You’ve heard of them, I presume? Gender-confused electronic bracelets designed to track every step you take and every mile you run, all in a valiant...
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On Beyonce, Recovery Brownies and #WhyITribe
It started the way these things always do: my friends were doing it. Over the two and a half years that I spent in New York, [better known as: the years that shall not be named], several of my North...
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On Coupons and Capital Murder.
I’ll tell you about the first time that it happened. We were newlyweds. Knowing that I loathe trips to the grocery store, Kellan had offered to go with me. Our cart quickly filled, and we made our...
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On Gift-Giving, and Being Terrible at It.
Let’s be brutally honest with each other: you’re either good at giving gifts, or you’re just NOT. It’s kind of like having a nice butt—while there are certainly things that we can do to help ourselves...
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