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Does Anyone Want to go with me to the Bathroom?

Does Anyone Want to go with me to the Bathroom?

It was a day just like any other.  I was crossing items off my to do list, when it hit me.  I have to go to the bathroom.  This somehow sent a magical beacon out into the LiBrandi stratosphere, informing my children that now is the ideal time to ask me the litany of questions(…)

Five Signs You’re a Mom

Five Signs You’re a Mom

In case having little children follow you around, calling you “mommy” or having food stains on your shirt or finding a DS game cartridge or odd barrette in your purse isn’t enough to help you fully grasp your momhood, here are some other signs that typically highlight the fact that we aren’t women living the(…)

School Dances, Making Lunch and Flat Irons

School Dances, Making Lunch and Flat Irons

I woke up last week and realized that I am living with a daughter who is growing up.  It started with her coming downstairs after getting ready for school, hair flat ironed, lip gloss applied, asking for a cup of coffee (with about three cups of added flavored creamer because she doesn’t actually like coffee,(…)

Sleepless in Dayton, Ohio

Sleepless in Dayton, Ohio

As if I wasn’t cranky enough, I opened an older magazine to find out from Dr. Oz that out of the 10 worst things I can do for my health, number two is not getting enough sleep.  Really?  It’s only topped by sitting all day.  And, if you’re sleep deprived, you are probably spending your waking(…)

Enough is Enough Revisited

Enough is Enough Revisited

Guest blog post by Robyn Moore Buddha says that desire is the root of all suffering.  The initial response to that may be “no, absolutely not- there is grief and pain and loss, etc”.  However, if you look deeper, all of these involve a desire for something in our lives to be different from what(…)

A Gift Worn, Given Away and Shared

A Gift Worn, Given Away and Shared

Do you have that one gift that really stands out.  No matter what, you would never ever give it away.  It’s like your child’s favorite teddy bear, worn out, eye missing, yet still the favorite.   I have a necklace given to me by my daughter that is my absolute favorite.  It’s a mother holding(…)