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  Where to start…I’ll bet my traveling husband who gets an earful on the phone whenever my brain gets to buzzing will be happy I started writing. Why didn’t I think of this sooner? Better late than never, and as Shrek so bluntly stated in Shrek 2 when his wife burped at the king’s table…”better out than in, I always say”. After reading a book recently about the transgender craze, and having a conversation with a dear friend about how women might benefit from knowing who they are and being ok with who they are, I have a head full of thoughts that I’m going to dump here. Enjoy. You’re welcome. I grew up with five brothers. Four now, as my youngest brother goes by Megan, but for the sake of the story, we’ll go with 5. I climbed every tree, crossed every creek and cow-pie-strewn meadow, broke my glasses trying to skateboard, shot guns, played every game they did, and had a blast. I was the quintessential tom-boy. As a teenager, I had as many if not more guy friends than girls. I loved driv
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Spaghetti

  If you are a woman, you know you're complex. If you're a man, you're shouting Amen. Our thoughts swirl around like so much spaghetti noodles piled on a plate. We get into a place in our minds that even we don't know how we got there. Or, like me, we get so balled up and anxious inside over the littlest idea that hatched from egg to hideous monster in a matter of minutes. I've had full-on panic attacks, in front of my kids mind you, over things that, looking back, would've made a saner person just laugh and shrug it off, or at worst, stop and figure out a simple solution, fix it, and be done. I have been my worst enemy many times. I say things to myself that I would never let a friend, or even a stranger, say about themselves. "I'm the worst mom ever" "I can't do anything right" "Why am I always screwing up?" "What in the world was I thinking?" "I can't believe I did that again"...and so o
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