Mihow

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  • Down the Hills and Round the Bends

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    My kids have a lot of Thomas stuff. And over the years, people have commented about it. I always just shrug it off. At best, they’ll think my kids are lucky. At worst, they’ll assume my kids are spoiled brats with far too many Thomas trains. But there’s a story behind why we have so…

  • The Lost Years: Living With Infertility.

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    I didn’t write about my infertility while it was happening and I wish I had because I know many of you could have helped me. Over the years, I’ve tried to go back and write about it, but that’s been difficult for me. Writing about it after the fact feels a bit disingenuous since I’m…

  • Mia

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    Mia has gone through some serious downfalls as of late. Things really, really aren’t going her way. Her mother has breast cancer. That’s an ongoing, serious problem she’s coping with as best she can. Problem is, her mom can’t seem to beat it. It just keeps coming back. And that gets her down. On September…

  • Mamapundit, Mindy Bizzell and Practicing Grace.

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    I have been online for a long time. I am 38. I was a designer for over a decade. I spent years in front of a computer. I spent many late nights tooling around IRC, commenting on message boards. I had a blog in the mid-90s. I started this one in 2001. I have experienced…

  • The Penn State Thing: Take Two.

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    (This is an slightly updated version of what I put up yesterday. The first four comments were left on the initial post. And while I didn’t change much, please take that into consideration. This version sits a little better with me. Also: I wrote this rather hastily still. This is precisely why I don’t blog…

  • I Have No Shame.

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    You know how some bloggers only post attractive pictures of themselves? NOT THIS BLOGGER! Check this out: OK! So I had to buy this for a few reasons: One: The socks. Two: Age 2. Three: The bags under my eyes are growing increasingly more envious of my double-chin. I just needed proof. I have it…

  • What I Learned From Rolling Paper.

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    A little over a month ago, a Friday, I was sitting on the couch with Toby when I told him to turn the TV down. “It’s too loud. It’s going to wake up the kids.” “It’s at 13, Michele.” “Thirteen?!” I asked, shocked. “Are you kidding me?” “Nope.” Earlier that day, I’d been to the…

  • The First Board.

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    Em asked for three things this Christmas: “Spiderman stuff”, binoculars and a skateboard. I’m not sure what he has planned, exactly. I’m assuming it doesn’t entail dressing up like Spiderman, hitting the streets and peeping into windows. Not that I know anything about that. I prefer do my peeping from the comforts of our couch.…

  • The Penn State Thing

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    I served Joe Paterno a grilled Sticky once. I worked as a waitress at The Diner. He came in one morning and sat at the counter. My coworkers excitedly pointed him out, “THAT’S JOE PATERNO! You have JoePa in your section!” “Yeah. So?” I scoffed. Back then, he was just a customer. I didn’t give…

  • The Seven Year Itch

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    (This might be the most boring post I’ve ever written. But I wanted to put it out there on the off chance another person is suffering as well.) I was 30 and living in San Francisco when I first wrote about it. I wrote about the razor rash on my legs. At the time I…