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I write about about being a 40-something mum of six wonderfully exasperating children, attachment parenting, my adventures in the kitchen, and whatever else comes to mind. 



Pregnancy induces very vivid dreams and nightmares for me. Last night was no exception: I was sitting on my couch with my guys and needed a drink. I got up and went to the kitchen. I stepped through the door and stopped dead in my tracks. My brother was standing there -- I could smell the barn off of him and the scent of his leather jacket.

He held out his arms and said, "Hey, Liss, don't I get a hug?"

The stubble on his cheek above his beard scratched at my face as I embraced him. The tightness of his hug squeezed the breath out of me.

"I miss you," I said. "I know," he replied. I could feel him breathing, my arms wrapped around him. Somehow I knew that no matter how real this felt, it was only a dream.

"I have to tell the boys you are here," I said. Matt just smiled this sad smile. I stepped away and went to the door, when I turned back he was gone.

I woke up at that point and lay there for an hour. Sleep did not come easily.

So Here's The Thing...

So Here's The Thing...

The Buttcheek Express, Or "What Makes 4 Year Olds Awesome"

The Buttcheek Express, Or "What Makes 4 Year Olds Awesome"