Today a friend of mine on G+ shared this: Spinning in Cowgirl Boots – Homespuns and the American Revolution. In an act of rebellion, women took to their spinning wheels, their knitting needles, and their looms. If you were a Patriot, you wore homemade clothes from homespun yarn. You know, this…
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Despite my best efforts, I got all soul-searching again this year as I got closer to my birthday. I always try to ignore that feeling, and it always hits me no matter how hard I try to avoid it. This year is no exception. This last year has been rough,…
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Friday night I attended my first book club. My dear friend has been talking about it for a while, and she’s constantly telling me “you need to come with me” so I can meet other people. More specifically, other local moms. I think it’s her way of trying to make…
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I’d hang out at the courthouses to cheer on all of those who are getting married today because of the latest decision. I’d knit each one a wedding gift, because that’s what knitters do. I’d be a voice of love and support to drown out those who spew hate. Happy…
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I drank the KoolAid. I had to do something – anything – to help myself. Exercise has always helped my depression. My husband likes to give me shit about how I can work out and come home happy whereas he just feels sick. I don’t like meds, and anyway I…
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There. I said it. It took me searching “I hate motherhood” on Google to realize I’m not alone. Or, rather, not as alone as I originally thought. The articles are few and far between, but the few brave enough to put it out there in the open helps immensely. I…