Life will become obnoxiously real if you aren’t careful. This is not to imply that life is somehow a joke but rather to illustrate the fact that our brains are often our worst enemies and one must remember to keep it in check, preferably with humor. Tonight my oldest son had a brush with death, or so he thought. I
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The parenting bubble is so real, it’s scary. Life is all diapers and late night wellness checks and climbing the staircase of healthy child development. Then one day your babies aren’t babies. What is a parent to do in a post-baby existence? Of course the point of parenting is to raise functional adults. And raising young children is an arduous
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You know that voice that we sometimes use to talk to babies, young children or tiny purse dogs? The one where our voice goes to the top of our vocal register and we add the letter “Y” to the end of words, even though it sounds really dumb? It’s often referred to as “parentese” but most of us just know
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I am thinking about death, but only because I am thinking about life. What concerns me most is not that final voyage into the unknown which is somewhere on each of our to do lists but rather it is the thousand deaths we die before our moment is truly upon us. I’m talking about the fear in our minds and
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Clouds of sulfer drift along the street like a dense London Fog. There are pops and whistles and booms all around you and the sky is painted in brilliant flashes of fire streaked glory. Happy birthday America… There is no better place in the world to celebrate the 4th of July than Lander Wyoming. I’m not being hyperbolic about this
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I was leaning against the counter of the Pretzle Maker today in the Eastridge mall in Casper Wyoming having a slack jaw stare off with the woman making me two jumbo pretzles. I was dealing with a three year old who was off of his schedule and had spent the last thirty minutes moaning/screaming as we meandered from Target to
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Imagine, hypothetically that a grown up were to spill a glass of milk. It is likely that the grown up will make a grand production of the scenario, running around frantically to clean up the mess while cursing the gods and gravity to allow such a catastrophe to transpire. A child on the other hand, when spilling the same hypothetical
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