This Mom’s Open Letter to Target: The Real Reason We’re Boycotting {It’s Not What You Think}

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Dear Target,

From the beginning of your business venture, your CEO’s, executives, marketing teams – everyone down to my local branch manager – have dreamed up and executed a brilliant strategy. You realized that in order to secure yourselves a place next to Walmart you would need to hone in on a very specific consumer, one that, once addicted, would become your most loyal and impulse-purchase-happy customers on the face of the planet: you wanted moms. And you, my dear friend, have succeeded!

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To Those Who Wait: An Open Letter to A Lonely Heart

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The snow beat down as I gazed out the window at the glistening world of white, a beautiful sight even as the light from a dim sky slowly began to fade. My buzzing thoughts once again had slowed long enough to stray to that forbidden dream, that forgotten longing; the telling dull ache that resonated from deep within my soul. I had been in this place before… in fact, I knew it well. But simply understanding the pain would not soothe it; ignoring it as it tugged on my heart would not make it go away. I was lonely.

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When All You Can Give Is Not Enough

Nothing beats the thrill and excitement of experiencing Christmas as a child. I remember counting down the days nearly all year until the long-awaited morning would dawn. Thrilled beyond belief, my brother and sisters and I would race to wake up mom and dad and drag them out to the tree, overflowing with gifts. The magic was so thick you could nearly taste it! Oh to be young again.

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Freckle Face {Lessons I Learned In The Sun}

frecklefaceheader1So it seems it’s time for confessions and I will make mine readily: I have an awful freckle face. It hides itself in the winter, but as soon as the sun hits the daisies it pops out faster than you can say ‘go buy concealer!’ I’ve never been a huge fan of them, but they cover easily enough so they didn’t give me much trouble. But they were covered. Always. I painstakingly applied makeup to all the brown little dots morning after morning, time after time, to try to erase, or at least neutralize, the sun’s damage. It wasn’t until just recently that I ever considered doing otherwise – because, why else, freckles were meant to be covered, right? Continue reading

The Stay-At-Home Mom That Stays At Home

sahmheader1Hello, my name is Jasmine and I’m a Stay-At-Home-Mom. No, I’m not introducing myself at SAHM’s Anonymous; more like the “stay-at-home-mom’s that don’t want to stay at home club”. I can’t help it – I can’t sit still! NOT that I’m sitting still at home with my LIttle Miss and Mr. Not a chance! But staying in the same half-mile-radius for days on end starts to make me want to crawl out of my skin. Can I get a witness? I mean really, moms, am I the only one?

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Five Words That Changed My Marriage {Part Two}

marriagechange5As I mentioned in Part One of this series (did you miss it? Find it here), my husband and I grew up together. We know each other about as good as anyone can. And yet, we still went through a time in our relationship where we found ourselves far apart. Unfortunately, we didn’t catch this problem until I had deeply and effectively barricaded myself from him and the rest of the world. I became an expert in plastic reality; a vendor of a fake genuine. I stormed ahead unaware until my husband finally stopped me in my tracks when he asked, “Just let me love you.”

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Five Words That Changed My Marriage {Part One}

changedmarriage2Many people have expressed the sentiment, ‘I married my best friend’. I would have to agree with that statement, although perhaps much more literally than it’s usually intended. I -actually- married my best friend. My husband and I were fortunate enough to grow up together; he was my first and last crush – I was in love with him at four years old. Although we had our ups and downs, there is something utterly binding that accompanies a connection like ours. It’s always been there, and always will be.

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