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I’m Doing What I’ve Always Wanted to Do, But…{Imperfect Moms Day 15}

    I remember growing up in a rural area, homesteading before it was the thing to do. Back then it wasn’t put forth as a fun and fantastic way to live—it was how we survived. Growing our meat, raising our vegetables, was how we survived on my father’s disability checks from injuries in WWII….

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Perfectly Perfect Imperfection {Imperfect Moms Day 11}

I’ve been accused of being perfect. No, not of perfectionism. I’m almost an anti-perfectionist, if there is such a thing. Perfect. Can you imagine someone actually thinking you are perfect? I was dumbfounded. On top of that, it was an ACCUSATION. I quickly said, “No, I’m definitely NOT perfect. What I’m trying to say is…”…