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  • I Set My Alarm Clock for Success

    I Set My Alarm Clock for Success

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    Waking up well starts at bedtime   I enjoy being a morning person, but I’d never be a successful one without my alarm clock. In fact, the way I get out of bed determines my success as a human being each day. There’s definitely a science to waking up well. For me, it starts at…

  • When Meal Planning Derails the Meal Making

    When Meal Planning Derails the Meal Making

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    The path to my kitchen is paved with good intentions Meal planning starts with the best of intentions. Every time I enter the kitchen I intend to create an amazing, nutritious meal my family will love. Unfortunately, the reality of meal-making squashes the fantasy of meal planning. Statistically, just 6% of the meals I prepare…

  • The Smell of Optimism

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    If optimism had a scent it would smell like a new car   If I had to create a perfume guaranteed to attract my husband it would smell like a new car. To be honest, the new car smell is one of my favorites too. I can’t explain why, except to say that the smell…

  • Build a Better Fly Swatter

    Build a Better Fly Swatter

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    I don’t need a better mousetrap Build a better mousetrap and the world might beat a path to your door, but I won’t be leading that charge. I don’t need a better mousetrap (I have cats). I do need a better fly swatter. Because I can’t swat a fly to save my life. Instead, my…

  • 33 Lessons from Marriage

    33 Lessons from Marriage

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    Every anniversary is a milestone   Milestones mark significant points along a journey. In the case of marriage, the “milestone” anniversaries are generally the decades, or the quarter or half centuries. But I prefer to believe every anniversary is a milestone. After all, each year represents 365 more days of mutual commitment to the institution…

  • Cats, Mice and Olympic Ambition

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    Catching Mice Should Be an Olympic Sport I’ve never been a runner. But yell, “Jack’s got a mouse!” and watch me take off like an Olympic sprinter after the starting gun. Unlike my Olympic counterparts, my 50-yard dash doesn’t end when I cross the finish line. It ends when I fling open the back door…