Author: Holly Crawshaw

When Making a Big Deal Out of Little Things Is a Good Idea

Okay, I admit it. I sometimes often overdo things. If I find a shirt I love that fits well, I’ve been known to buy it in two colors. If it’s on sale? … I mean, how many colors are there? Is there a price break for buying in bulk? A “cheat” meal has been known to turn into a “might-as-well-make-it-a-whole-weekend-of-fried-food” extravaganza. And my Christmas-decorating aesthetic? I think my mom used the term, “Polar Express Manic.” I overdo it. I know this. And while this personality has left me overcommitted, overspent, and just plain over it . . . there...

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Sunday Rules

On Sundays when I was growing up, it didn’t matter if we were facing imminent danger or in the throes of a natural disaster, we were going to church. Literally, I can’t remember not hearing my mom’s alarm clock go off every Sunday morning at 8:00am—because, of course, church was always preceded by a solid hour of Sunday School (bless those volunteers). My parents could have had World War III with each other on Saturday night. I could have had the measles. My brother could have gotten kidnapped. There was never any question . . . IT WAS SUNDAY...

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What Story Do We Tell?

There’s a lot of my story that I never want my kids to find out. Like the time I cheated on a math test in third grade. I chose to sit out recess for a week just so my teacher wouldn’t call my parents. Or the time I tied sheets together with my friend and “practiced” sneaking out my upstairs window in the middle of the day. (Sidebar: that’s not a super effective method. The sheets came untied when I was halfway down and it’s a miracle I didn’t wind up in the hospital.) Or, only slightly more traumatic,...

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Parenting Through Transition: Confession Of A Recovering Control Freak

I started back to fulltime, in-office work this week, for the first time in over three years. To be honest, my emotions over this transition have swung back and forth like a pendulum: Anxiety. Excitement. Guilt. Pride. Eagerness. Dread. (What? Your pendulum is a little less extreme than mine?) Well, it’s true—transitions make my insides feel like a shaken up (diet) soda can (that I would consider a nutritional victory, naturally). Is that true for you? Does change make you want to pull the blankets over your head and binge-eat chocolate and watch bad/amazing reality TV while ignoring the...

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The Worst Year Ever: 4 Ways to Save Christmas

I have had the worst year ever. I don’t mean compared to other peoples’ years. I’m not so ignorant as to think that I have a particularly hard life when compared to so many others. However. In my world, 2016 has been one heck-of-a roller coaster. But not like a smooth, theme-park-grade roller coaster. I’m talking about a faded, rusty, carnival worker-rigged-contraption that hasn’t been inspected in months and rides like a blind, spooked horse. Yeah. I’m metaphorically sore after this year. Here’s the thing—a lot of it is my fault. (Insert heavy sigh.) But…there were those situations where...

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