Commode To Joy

finding happy in the crappy

Joy In Every Journey

There is joy in every journey. It’s a blanket statement, and it’s true. Let me show you how. “Journey” contains the word “joy”, and, without scrambling the remaining letters, also contains the word “urne”, the Middle English equivalent of “urn”. The positioning of the words is where it gets interesting – “urn” is centered within the word “journey” surrounded always by “joy”. When I hear the word “urn” I think […]

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Making Memories Doesn’t End With Death

Have you ever noticed how many condolence cards talk about looking back on memories made…be thankful for the memories…hold on to the memories… Those cards don’t jive with me. There’s too much of a finality to the sentiment. He’s dead. I’m sorry. Happy memorializing. Period. Sign, stamp, send. Yes, I have memories of dad. And guess what? The memories didn’t end with his life. Five years ago my dad died […]

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Joy Floats

When you point out a bundle of balloons tied to a produce stand to your balloon-loving child because you’re as interested in enjoying the moment with him as you are in buying groceries. When you blow a kiss to the produce stocker for voluntarily getting a courtesy balloon for your child and you realize that you’re blowing the kiss out of gratitude and not as a habitual farewell. When you […]

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Fear Has A New Face, and It’s A (Not So) Scary Cat

One of my son’s current go-to books is “CAT” by Matthew Van Fleet. While my son meows at the various cats pictured in the book, pets the different fur textures, and pulls tabs that move paws or tails, I am marveling at how many cat idioms exist and are cleverly portrayed within its pages. Of all of the fine felines highlighted within the book, my personal favorite is the “Scary cat”. […]

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The Parenting Mantra: I Am Tired

“I am tired.” That was on constant repeat in my mind for the first year of my life as a mom: Sitting on the couch for feedings…every 3 hours for at least a half hour… “I am tired.” Showering…you know, every three days or so… “I am tired.” Putting on makeup…my 5-minute rush job of concealer, powder, blush, mascara… “I am tired.” Driving… “Why are there so many bad drivers in this […]

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