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And That’s When I First Knew My Mother In Law Was Crazy

Hindsight. It’s an amazing thing. Hindsight transports me back in time and allows me to travel through twenty years of marriage all over again. With hindsight (and an oversized box of wine), I’ve been able to zero in on the...Read More
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  • 15 Awesome Wedding Cakes

    Whether you’re looking for some wedding cake inspiration, or you’re like us and could just spend all day looking at awesome wedding cakes, you’re sure to have some fun with this picture gallery! We searched the web for som...

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  • The Dark Side of Skincare

    Its ok, sometimes our mud mask faces scare us too. ...

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    Confessions of A Late Bloomer

    I am a late bloomer.

    I always have been. Each year on my birthday I receive a phone call from my mother to remind me of how long it took to get me out of her uterus. “Oh, I remember where I was [fill in the birthday blank] years ago!” she clucks. “Enduring 10 hours of labor trying to give birth to you! God, I thought you’d never come out.” I thank her for the call and suggest she send an ecard next year. READ MORE

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  • Top 6 Apps for Busy Parents

    We, the nerds of Tenth + Fourth, are thrilled to share with you some of our favorite life changing, time saving apps. We know that time and sanity are hard to come by when you’re a parent, and we want to help! So without further ado, ...

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  • First Life Lesson – Consistency

    [Editor’s note: This post is part of Sabrina’s “Road to the Half-Ironman” series. See part one here.] When I was in high school, Mike, a boy who lived on my street, decided he was going to lose weight. So he woke up ...

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    Felicity Huffman's What The Flicka - Post-Adoption Bitterness

    Post-Adoption Bitterness

    How many times have you heard someone say admiringly “girlfriend is totally rocking that angry, bitter thing?” How ‘bout never? Lately, I’ve recognized bitterness in myself. It feels funny, like shoes that don’t fit but that I’m wearing anyway. I...Read More
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  • Survival Tips: From Tween to Teen

    Your child is officially a tween from the ages 10 – 12. The time when they are no longer a child, but definitely not a teenager. They want to do the same things a teenager does – like wear makeup, dress a bit older and have some fre...

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    Watching Television With My Husband… Always An Adventure!

    If it weren’t for my husband’s need to hold a clicker and constantly bounce around channels we would have long ago cut the cable cord and watched television programming strictly through a service like Netflix or Hulu. As it is,...Read More
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    Helen Mitternight

    What The Hell Happened To You?

    My bed is next to my closet and the doors of the closet are all mirrors. So, nearly every morning, I wake up and the first thing I see is my own reflection. And let me tell you, it’s a sobering way to start the day.

    Now, to be sure, there are some days that I see my reflection and my eyes are all full of sleep and haze and I think, “Damn. Look how cute I am!”

    But most days, I see my cheeks sagging pillow-ward, my breasts sliding precipitously into the mattress, and my stomach (when I’ve kicked off the covers) looking like dough that’s risen past the confines of the pan. And I think, “Damn! What the hell happened to you?” READ MORE

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  • How Not To Run Away From A Wave

    This mom had the right idea but then… her execution didn’t work out so well. ...

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  • How To Reduce Stress & Avoid Burnout

    Your kids announce at eleven o’clock at night that they have a project due the next day that involves creating a mini-ecosystem. Your mother calls begging you to come visit because she hasn’t seen you in too long. Your spouse seems to w...

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    I Could Never (Ever) Be A Stay-At-Home Mom: But… I am.

    I used to work.

    Nope, scratch that, I still work (it’s just not in an office anymore, but more on that later).

    What I mean is, I used to have a typical 7:30am-4pm J-O-B, the kind that included an actual paycheck and benefits. I was your typical “working mother”. Waking up at 5am while the baby still slept so I could sneak in a shower. Waking her up from dreamland, nursing her before getting her dressed for daycare, gulping down my morning cup of coffee whilst semi-watching the news on CNN. No matter how early I woke up, I inevitably always felt rushed leaving the house with my to-do list dancing around in my brain: Did I grab my purse? Did I make enough bottles? Did I leave the garage door open? Shit, I left my coffee on the counter. READ MORE

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  • It’s Not Over Martini

    I know school has already started in many areas; in fact, my own kids are going back on Monday. I suppose I should technically post some apple-y cocktail to coincide with it, but I am holding onto these final weeks of summer with a white-kn...

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