Okay, this book has really gotten under my skin. So much so, that I'm actually considering reading it. The more commentary I read, the more irritated I get, and the more something irritates me, the more I know there is likely truth hiding behind denial.
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Recently, I have started to rethink my choice to be a SAHM. I think it has a little to due to my recent post regarding the choice to be a SAHM vs. Working Mother. Could be. But I think it has more to do with the fact that today my toddler is snot-faced and...
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Kids,
Love
by Shannon Lell
I really lost her once. She popped around the end cap of the aisle while I was looking at clothes for her baby brother who was sitting happily in the tandem stroller. Whenever I lose sight of her in a store, I start counting the grains of sand on a...
I'm a serendipitous SAHM. That's Stay-At-Home-Mom for those unfamiliar with mommy acronyms. I say serendipitous because although I had desires of staying home with my children, I hadn't planned on it. My three-year paid subscription to Working Mother Magazine will be running out when my first-born turns three next month. I was a working...
This post has been sitting my draft folder since November. I started it back when I was in the throes of debilitating sleep deprivation. I never finished it because I couldn't seem to come to a coherent point which I'm sure had a lot to do with the debilitating sleep deprivation. Now, with...
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Fear,
Writing
by Shannon Lell
I'm an Internet author stalker. Almost two years ago when I made the resolution to embark on a writing career I began studying a variety of things; publishing, plot structure, classic literature, principles of fiction-- all through the highly reputable University of Google. Someday they will send me...
I grew up traipsing through the woods. We called them "woods," my friends and I, but really, they were just a dense strip of trees big enough to hide in when the leaves were full in the summer, and small enough to see to the other side in...
I used to watch gynecological surgeries on a daily basis. Sometimes they were in the OR, other times in the doctor's office. Sometimes the doctors used equipment I was responsible for, on a patient...
I loathed high school. I maintain that it was the worst, four, consecutive years of my life. I also forged some of the most important friendships during that time with some of the most outrageous memories. College was okay. Most of time I felt bipolar. One minute I was partying like...
On August 28th, 1987 I know exactly where I was and what I was doing. I was nine. It was Friday and one of the last days of summer before the first day of 4th grade. That morning I was just another American kid riding my pink, banana-seat...