Midlife Reflections
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What Mother’s Day Really Means to Me Now
Let’s talk about Mother’s Day, shall we? Every second Sunday in May, the world gets flooded with commercials featuring flowers, brunch menus, and perfect families with matching smiles. And don’t get me wrong—I love a good mimosa and a heartfelt card. But when you’ve lived a few decades, lost your…
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What Easter Means to Me Now
Happy Easter Sunday, sweet friends. It’s early morning, and we’re only just beginning to toss around ideas for how the day will unfold. No grand plans. No strict agenda. Just coffee in hand and the familiar feeling of spring in the air. Yesterday we spent most of the day outside—yard…
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Waiting on Grandma Time (Even Though It’s Not Anytime Soon)
By Aunty Christine – your favorite not-yet-grandma with a whole lot of dreams and not a single diaper to change just yet Let me tell you a little secret— Sometimes, late at night, after the dogs are snoring and Oscar’s finally put his phone down for five whole minutes, I…
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Reliability Is the New Sexy
Let’s just go ahead and say it loud for the people in the back: reliability is the new sexy. I know, I know—there was a time when I would’ve rolled my eyes at that kind of talk. Back in the day, I chased butterflies, confusion, and chaos disguised as passion.…
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Starting Over at 47 — Releasing Guilt, Shame, and the ‘Should Haves’
Starting over sounds brave on paper. But what they don’t tell you is how often it comes tangled up in guilt, shame, and a never-ending loop of “I should have known better.” I’ve thought it more times than I can count. I should have left sooner. I should have fought…
