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Many people remember the instant it happens. And nothing is ever the same. The sun is brighter. Mr. Bluebird lands on your shoulder because you're just so darned happy. You've become so annoying that your closest friends are actually plotting Mr. Bluebird's untimely demise. And that’s a sure sign that you are head over heels… Continue reading Rules of Engagement
When I was a kid and the phone would ring during dinner, my mom would glare at the harvest gold wall mount and yell, “DON’T answer it!” She’d then lower her voice. “Pretend we’re not home,” she’d whisper as if the caller could hear her. According to Mom, there was an appropriate time and place… Continue reading Cell Phone Addict
Santa, dear Santa It’s that time of year But you showing up Is now my biggest fear I’m not being critical Of the stuff that you bring In fact, I’ll tell you It’s only one thing Santa, you know I don’t mean to be mocking But last time you left… Continue reading Axe the Axe
Some women are born to be mothers. Then there’s me. The tell-tale signs of my lack of maternal instincts started at a tender age. While other girls fussed and cooed over their plastic baby dolls, I cut all the hair off mine and left it naked in the backyard in the rain for five days.… Continue reading Maternal Instinct
Ever since Jacob Davis and Levi Strauss invented them in 1873, workhorse blue jeans have been a part of the American landscape. The advent of Lady Levis put them on the female fashion radar in 1934. And we’ve had a love affair with all things denim ever since. Although we adore our brands with a… Continue reading Jeans for Every Occasion. Seriously.
By the time I heard the refrigerator door open for the fifth time in less than a minute, I knew what was next. Footsteps were heading in my direction, just like clockwork. “Mom,” Older Boy asked, “Where’s the ketchup?” There are only two possible answers to this question at our house – the fridge or… Continue reading Lost – The Home Game
It's breast cancer awareness month. Get your mammogram. Remind someone you love to get theirs. I double dog dare you.
Dear Younger Boy and Older Boy, As you may or may not have noticed, I’ve been at your beck and call for the last fourteen years. I, your faithful indentured servant, have been available 24/7. No lunch money? I delivered. Needed a ride? I was… Continue reading The New Rules of the Working Mom Reality
It was a simple question. It should have been on the website. It wasn’t. So it should have been a quick and easy phone call. Forty-seven minutes later, I realized I was in hell – that tortured no man’s land of a customer service phone call known as On Hold. So it was only fitting… Continue reading Still Holding On – and Holding
I'm always curious about how people find my blog. Do they find the link from my column at the Bozeman Daily Chronicle? Have they read A Real Mother: stumbling through motherhood? Found it on Facebook? All good to know, but my all time FAVORITE way (and by far THE most fun) is to check out… Continue reading How’d You Find Me?
Denise Malloy 