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What Next?
Until my new leaf necklace creator gets back from her European vacation this Spring, I’m exploring options for my next Ms. Single Mama piece of merchandise. And, as usual, I am dying for your input. So here are the options on the table now. Vote for your favorite after browsing. 1. A sassy single mama apron, like so…

Thanks, etc.
On Thanksgiving morning John Bear, Benjamin and I headed up to Cleveland to a house filled with John’s hungry and happy family. Some had flown half way across the country, others drove for hours and hours. Just to get there – to each other and to Thanksgiving. Every time I’m with his family, I marvel at them like a kid in a kindergarten class – learni

Evasion?
Do you think if I played dead for a day I’d wake up and the house would be clean, the bags would be packed, the cooking would be finished and the Thanksgiving meals would be had. Nah. And I wouldn’t want to miss all of this. For the first time in years I’m in the mood for the holidays. Any tips on surviving the holidays without having to fake dead? Bei

Smile (Brighter) Contest
Cool contest on my Facebook page. Couldn’t post it here because of the BlogHer advertising policy. But… well worth the click. (at least, I hope so – if you like contests and want a bright, new shiny smile it will be. If not, than take your satisfied white smirk and get outta here, we’re all jealous of you.) P.S. The five winners of my How Do You Work It? Ms. Single Mama Uncensored contest are: Rachel (the one with the ex 3,000 miles away. You didn’t leave your e

Unreal
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, Anna. “You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.” My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours. Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right? Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to h