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  • For The Daughter Who Never Felt Good Enough

    Father’s Day always feels different than Mother’s Day for me.My dad and I loved each other, but our relationship wasn’t simple.For much of my life, I never quite felt like I was good enough for him. Looking back now, I think those feelings belonged more to me than they did to him, but when you’re

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  • My Favorite Flower Bed

    Last winter, I scattered wildflower seeds along the side of our house.I imagined bright blooms dancing in the Oklahoma sunshine. I pictured a cheerful strip of color lining the walkway. Then I waited.Spring arrived, and my husband decided that area needed a little help. Not realizing I had already planted wildflower seeds months earlier, he

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  • The Original Side Hustle

    My brother is seven years older than me, which meant growing up he was equal parts big brother, babysitter, and neighborhood businessman.One of my earliest memories is him taking me for rides on the handlebars of his bike when I was around five years old. At the time, I thought it was the greatest thing

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  • The Mother I Became

    When I was growing up, the dream in my heart was simple: I wanted to be a wife and a mother.But life doesn’t always unfold the way we imagine when we’re young. In my early twenties, I was diagnosed with PCOS, and after trying fertility treatments, it became clear that having biological children might not

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  • The Scale Isn’t Moving Back In

    When my daughter mentioned the possibility of moving back in, my mind didn’t go to space or schedules.It went to a scale.“You can come,” I told her,“but your scale can’t.”She laughed and said, “That’s dumb.”And honestly… I understand why it sounds that way.It’s just a scale.But I’ve learned something about myself this year:If there’s a

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  • The Night I Stopped Starting Over

    There were so many nights like that.I would reach the end of the day still hungry, or maybe not physically hungry but just… unsatisfied. So I would eat more. Sometimes a little. Sometimes a lot. And almost every time I would tell myself the same thing.Tomorrow I will start again.Sometimes it was Monday. Sometimes it

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