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Deanna Does Details. I…Mostly Do Donuts.

It’s demanded that wedding decor be a reflection of the couple’s tastes. Tom leans towards the simple and fresh while I typically fall face-first into the OMG (Oh My Gross) category. My personal taste tends to come across like one of those abstract splatter paintings. Others want to like. They squint, stare, and try to appreciate the… Continue reading Deanna Does Details. I…Mostly Do Donuts.

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Apparently, A Music City Wedding Needs Music. Apparently.

Two weeks before the Big Day, our favorite urban cowboy rock star had to cancel. He was technically the third musician we had booked to play a live set before and during the ceremony. So, I handled the dissappointing change in plans as I had the two times before: I laid facedown on the floor and… Continue reading Apparently, A Music City Wedding Needs Music. Apparently.

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festivity: a silly little love song

We have flocked to my grandmother’s house since before I can remember. The women clinked wine glasses into table corners, accidental toasts but celebratory nonetheless. An aunt might laugh at a cousin’s joke before another aunt chimed in to correct some or everyone’s grammar. My mother almost always held a child, one of her own… Continue reading festivity: a silly little love song

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blame it on the juice

    My kid is better than all kids. This thought, stuffed full of ego and superiority and such, has kept me sane throughout my first year-and-then-some as a mother. I’ve secretly delighted in the whoop-ass shaming local toddlers cast upon their frazzled mamas in parking lots and sandwich shops, public restrooms and detergent aisles.… Continue reading blame it on the juice

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old enough

I sat down to write a post about the simple things in life. My modern robot of a coffee maker malfunctioned, spewing Hazelnut Sunrise across the kitchen walls. I cleaned up, a quick swipe I thought, before finding smudges on the cabinets that just couldn’t be left alone. I stopped scrubbing when my phone chimed… Continue reading old enough