Going Country
Thursday, March 12, 2015

What It Means To Be the Third Child

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It means your mother will leave you on the floor in front of the woodstove while she makes meatloaf, where you will be subject to your oldes...
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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

The Bucket Brigade

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Happy news for all those who look for signs that spring is coming, even in the midst of technical (and seemingly never-ending) winter: the t...
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Sunday, March 8, 2015

The Price of Nostalgia

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Should your husband decide to start showing your two sons old He-Man videos on YouTube , be prepared to make cardboard swords from an L.L. B...
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Friday, March 6, 2015

Fitness in a Chair

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Hey, remember when I was getting all shredded and ripped and then I got to go out and buy new clothes because all of a sudden* I was two ...
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Thursday, March 5, 2015

My Own Tiny Dream

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Life with three boys is so far just about as loud and chaotic as you'd imagine. And I know that as all these boys get older, it will get...
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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Three Boys, Three Anecdotes

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This morning Cubby came downstairs, gazed at me soulfully, and said, "All these nights, I've been dripping with love tears for you,...
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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Officially Over It

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There comes a time in each season when I realize I'm really, really ready for it to be over. One sweaty, disgustingly hot day in early S...
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My name is Kristin. I live with my husband, three sons, and one daughter in a remote county of New Mexico. We have a big garden, two dogs, a horse and a Welsh pony, about a dozen anonymous chickens, and a small flock of unnamed sheep. Once upon a time I was going country. Now I'm gone.
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