Must we denigrate others to feel better about ourselves?

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(Francis may view my tattoos as mutilation.) Today's thoughts mesh perfectly with my post about women and OLD-talk. This is not the post Id planned to share. Slotted to share was a blog where I waxed eloquently about our summer so far and how fucken awesome it's been. Until I stumbled upon a New York Times article and could not get it out of my head. I'm a tremendous fan of Francis ... Continue Reading

I wore my #wycwyc tee out.

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I caint lie. I rock the #wycwyc at home. Yep. I used the R-word. I almost find it easy (now) and simple (since it's become habit) only because it's been the backdrop to my life for so many years. More specifically for almost nine years (guess who turns nine next month?). I rock the #wycwyc less with the foodstuffs as I'm an intuitive eater.  Although, if I stop and consider it I'm a ... Continue Reading

Wanna be my BFF?

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(No idea who originally said this. I just love it.) Once upon a time I was a tiny misfit about to enter kindergarten. According to family lore (retold so many times I'm convinced I remember it happening) I expressed this trepidation to my Mom. "Here's what you do," she instructed me. "Find someone you like and ask them if they will be your friend for the day.  Just start with a ... Continue Reading

It’s OK to wish Mamahood away.

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Who wouldn't wanna SAVOR these two? Last Saturday morning I leaped out of bed with an enormous To Do list. I had a few things I knew must be checked off by 530a (hold me) or I'd not be where I needed in order to slow down once the Child and The Chairman were awake. I didn't really mind waking so early because it allowed me to slow and savor later. It's how my life is structured these ... Continue Reading

The self-fulfilling prophecy.

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Lately Ive been a nostalgic Mama. Less than pining for times gone by (windshield not review mirror!) Ive more been watching the (no longer much of a) Tornado, considering who she was and marveling at who she's growing to be. As  much as she's changed---nine next month. when did that happen?!--in so many ways she's stayed exactly the same. I recall when she was young watching her on the ... Continue Reading

Is FITSPO inflammatory?

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CLICK MY TATTOO! CLICK MY TATTOO! Are the FAT to FIT!!! photos designed to make you feel poorly about yourself? I'm at SHIFT CON. Chatting about my Thirty second FAT TO FIT transformation! & speaking about the diminishing power of FITSPO in our healthy living community. At least *I* hope it's diminishing. The rest of the panel? It remains to be seen. (cue ominous move'esq ... Continue Reading

Meet my friend Melvin.

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I smile each time I walk past this sign. The husband shared recently how much he's seen me change since we moved to Oakland. "In the 21 years Ive known you (!) the only other time Ive seen you change so noticeably is when you moved to Guatemala.  You left Texas as Carla, took on the role of new (temporarily single) mom in a country where you didn't speak the language and nothing was the same ... Continue Reading

The lies we tell ourselves: part one.

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Oakland.  I had no idea Id love ye. The below is a flashback! post. The below is not out of laziness---it's the first part in a 2 part series.  This piece was written right before our move to Oakland.   Ive thought a lot recently about the lies we tell ourselves and the various ways our fibs can work for us. Ive shared how I think fabrication in the name of COSTUMING is ... Continue Reading

Teaching GRIT.

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I've yammered endlessly about my approach to parenting. Practice what you long to preach. I've harnessed its power for fitness, mindful eating, doing unto others, the importance of friendship etc. I spare the child (most of) the lectures, choose to lead by silent example and hope it works. Which bring, again, to our friend in the wheelchair and the vast amount of grit he possessed. Each ... Continue Reading

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