Category: The Matriarch’s Grimoire
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They say a father is a daughter’s first love. But really, he’s her first case study—her first example, her first unintentional teacher. Long before girls learn equations or phonics, they learn tone. They learn tension. They learn what affection looks like in practice, not theory. They learn how it feels to be prioritized—or quietly placed…
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A Reflection on Safety, Autonomy, and Mother’s Intuition I’m not homeschooling because I believe I’m some untapped academic prodigy who can outperform the entire public school system. I’m homeschooling because I refuse to gamble my daughters’ safety on the hope that everyone else in the building is paying attention. We like to pretend motherhood is…
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The Matriarch Who Defied the Law to Protect Women If rebellion runs in my blood, Lucia is where it started. Born in Italy on December 13, 1872, she grew up in a country where women’s education was rare but not impossible. In fact, Italy was one of the first nations to allow women to study…
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Where Every Chapter of Womanhood Collides The last time I sat in my OBGYN’s waiting room, I couldn’t stop thinking about how strange it was—how full of life and loss that space always is. I was there to talk about a hysterectomy, while across from me, a young couple flipped through a parenting magazine, giggling…
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When Sleeplessness Isn’t Mania — It’s the Weight of Everything Anybody who knows me knows I don’t do all-nighters.Jamie used to make fun of me for it — no matter what we were doing, I’d hit my wall by 2AM like clockwork. My brain would just…power down. So when I stayed awake for nearly a…
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When Survival Mode Becomes the Default During a therapy session, I was telling my therapist all the things I’ve been doing to make sure the girls feel safe and secure through all this chaos—because, as always, they’re my #1 priority. She took a pause, then asked:“But how are you holding up?” And I froze. Because…
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The Magic That Stays Behind Some houses just feel enchanted. Not because of ghosts or spells or cursed dolls in the attic (though that would make a killer blog), but because of what lingers long after the owners move out—love, memory, and a touch of theatrics. There’s one house here in Charlotte that’s earned the…
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Lists Upon Lists I’m a stay-at-home mom — though I rarely stay still. My body moves constantly, but my brain? It never rests. Every minute is accounted for. Every bag packed. Every meltdown prepped for. Every meal pre-thought, even if it ends in nuggets anyway. There’s no silence in my head. Only lists. 📋 But…
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It Started with Tim We didn’t set out to become regulars at Red Wings games — that credit goes to Tim. 🏒 He’s the real fan. A lifelong believer who went to games with his grandpa back when the Joe was still home ice and Detroit’s glory days weren’t just memories. Hockey runs in his…
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⚠️ Trigger Warning: This post includes discussion of high-risk pregnancy, medical trauma, and graphic images from a c-section birth. Please proceed with care if you’re sensitive to childbirth or surgical content. Let me start with the obvious: I love my daughters more than anything. They are fierce, magical little chaos gremlins with Cheez-It breath and…