Hey there, mama. I see you. I see you, holding that wee babe in the corner, shooshing and bouncing and hoping that no one will make any sudden movements or loud noises that will awake sleeping beauty. I see you, […]
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It’s a weekend all about freedom. The land of the free, that’s our America. The freedoms of speech and religion. The right to choose our vocation. The right to write a blog talking about our poop, should we so choose. […]
If I were going to write a cookbook, it would probs hafta be called, “cooking for dummies.” I’m a pretty devout recipe follower {specifically in baking}, and I can’t memorize a recipe to save my life. Every once in awhile […]
I’ve had a lot of questions about how my hair is growing in, if I’ve dyed it, cut it, etc. SOOOOOO… Today, I take you through: The History Of Mama Brehm’s Hair. I’ve always considered myself “blonde and blue” because, […]
Ohhhh… we’re there. We’ve reached that point. The point where one mom exits the picture. And another enters. Because it’s officially summer. And we’re in summer mode at our house. Maybe you are, too? What, you’re not sure? Well… here […]
I asked my dad about a month ago, “Do you think you could take a day off this summer? I want to take the boys on a day trip.” My dad and I have always been close. Not close in […]
For Mother’s Day, the hubs gifted me a trip. A weekend getaway. And I. Was. Ecstatic. Even more ecstatic to hear that he got a slammin’ deal on the flights and car. Even more more ecstatic because I knew this […]
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The best day I’ve never lived
Posted On June 22, 2016
How often do you live a day and then, at the end of it, when you flop down onto your bed exhausted think, my life would have been left incomplete without this day I don’t know that I often thought […]
I grew up with a dad. A father. A coach. A standup comedian. A travel guide. A storyteller. A nurturer. A brilliant mind who knew about every tree, and road, and animal, and tractor, and just about anything we might […]
We before us. We were a we before us. Every time it’s just the two of us, I am able to remember. To take my fist and rub it over the screen to clear off the smudge over the reflection. […]
