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What. Am. I. Doing.

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It bothers me that we are out of dryer sheets but not enough to go to the store. I sent the boys off to school this morning in staticky clothes and hoped that Charlie wouldn’t get sent home for his oozing, crusty eyeballs because I am really busy. Sort of. Two days ago I sent [...]

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The Writer’s Conference

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There were name tags. There were bagels. There were interestingly clad women with no make-up. My boys were at home with daddy. I was in heaven. It lived up to the stereotypical conference in every possible way. When I arrived at the host church I could smell the coffee before I was even ten feet [...]

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