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It Takes a Village

This past weekend was spent in a cabin with my sisters, mother, and daughter. We had no Internet, no cell signal, and so much fun. On its own, the cabin served as a slow-down from our ordinary lives (even the coffee maker took close to an hour to brew), which we learned to enjoy (not the waiting-for-the-coffee part though), but more than that, it served as a reminder of how crucial family is to my well-being and overall attitude toward life. (more…)

An Extraordinary Ordinary Life

As I sat down to write this, I realized I didn’t have anything to say. Especially on this fifteenth anniversary of 9/11, how can I possibly write a post that relates a funny story, a fabulous vacation, or a yet another trial of motherhood? It just all seems so … ordinary. We’re eating our dinner while others suffer. We complain about our kids sleeping with us when there are those who have no place to sleep. We bicker with our family when others have lost their loves. How dare I blabber on about the goings-on in my life when there are so many more important issues in this world.


Do the Clothes Make the Girl?

It’s about time for school to start again, and that means back-to-school shopping. I absolutely LOVE school supply shopping. The smell of paper, erasers, and crayons gives me goosebumps. Clothes shopping, on the other hand, well, let’s just say I’m not a fan. The majority of Story’s clothes come from yard sales and thrift stores. Nearly everything, minus her undergarments, is secondhand. It just made no sense to spend so much money on new clothes that would either be outgrown or destroyed within a couple months’ time. My mom and Ali were rather scandalized when I didn’t take Story clothes shopping prior to the start of school last year – her kindergarten year; yard sales kept us stocked, so I didn’t see the problem. Ali shook her head and took Story herself.

This year, I didn’t hesitate to participate in the back-to-school clothes shopping ritual. I didn’t only participate; I controlled that mall! I surprised even myself. Such a change in beliefs is not common for me — I rather like showing off my stubbornness, especially to Ali or my mom — so I became suspicious. Why did I suddenly care that Story have brand-new clothes? Not even just brand-new clothes, but stylish ones, the ones I saw other little girls her age wearing. I censored her choices, and she very barely convinced me to buy her trademark knee-high socks with outrageously loud colors and designs.