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14. Triath-mom

I have never been a sporty kid. I was a tomboy, but climbing trees did not translate to an aptitude or enjoyment of sports. I stopped running--if a 15 min mile could be called running--in the 7th grade. I played... Continue Reading →


4. Me, Myself, and I

We moms can feel like the most neglected person as we go about our vocation, but I rarely do. Partially, this is because I had the benefit of being raised by a faithful Catholic housewife who seemed quite content with... Continue Reading →

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