Category: Front Porch Truths
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Fake it, till you make it. . .
Let’s be honest, we have all heard the phrase “fake it till you make it.” But if I’m being completely transparent, I’ve never really bought into that idea. When my husband and I first got married, we moved away to Wyoming for his first duty station. I had never been away from my hometown, and…
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Normal
Hey, Momma, I see you. I see you tucked into yourself in the corner, trying to hold it together while fighting back tears. It is okay. You are not alone. Hey Momma, today you are celebrating a dear child’s birthday with a friend. At some point, you quietly step away to hide your tears. I…
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Not What We “Signed Up For”
My husband set up a home gym for me. At first, I did not use it much. I could leave the kids with a sitter, go to the gym, reset, and come home. But military life changes what is practical. Sometimes it is easier to manage everything if I have what I need at home.…
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Uniquely Human- A book Review
Uniquely Human: A Different Way of Seeing Autism By Barry M Prizant PhD I set out to find answers on Google and found nothing, but frustration. My son was diagnosed with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) in the Spring of 2016. Although I knew the diagnosis was coming, I was still at a loss for what…
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5 Reasons Why Overwhelmed moms don’t ask for help.
Why Don’t Moms Ask for Help? “Why didn’t you ask for help?”“Why didn’t you call me?”“You should have called me.” Sound familiar? These are phrases I have heard more times than I can count. Everyone wants to know why I do not ask for help. And recently, every mom I have talked to has admitted…
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Unconditionally
Another night in a hotel after a long evening drive. Another doctor’s appointment is early in the morning. Another 1hr 56-minute drive one way. Raylan has not one, but two appointments tomorrow. Then he will have another two appointments three days from now, again 1hr 56 mins away from our home. I will drive him…
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You Don’t Own Me
Remembering Brad When I came to they were cutting my clothes, slashing my favorite pair of shoes off, shoving tubes down my throat, and sticking needles in my arms. It faded black again and I was gone. Once again I woke up in a strange place. Blinding lights were overhead and they were sliding me…
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Bubbles-We Love Bubbles
3AM Bubbles This morning was probably the 1000th time Raylan woke up at 3 AM just ready to take on life. As I laid in my bed half asleep, he put a cup in my hand. Being only a quarter awake I crawled out of bed as he took me by the hand. He led…
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Dear Syngap
Dear Syngap,It’s one AM and our boy is upset. Crying, he is struggling to tell us what he needs. Tonight we are playing twenty questions, but in this version, we have to guess the answers to these questions. Does your belly hurt? Do you want a drink? Does your head hurt? Do you need to…
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Hiking with the Mad Hatter
Regularly, I embark on hiking adventures with an intriguing companion, the Mad Hatter. She and I have grown quite close, our bond forged in a whirlwind of excitement and fear, often intertwined, leading to a fluttering anxiety. This past summer, our closeness was tested by a rock slide at Medicine Bow Peak. Struggling to keep…