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Category: The Matriarch’s Grimoire
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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…
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Trip #1: Girls Day (+ Ryan) We parked in the south lot, where the adventure already begins. Before the gates even come into view, you’re funneled down a long wooded stretch that feels more like a secret passageway than a parking path. It’s the perfect prelude—like the trees themselves know you’re stepping into another world.…
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The Best-Laid Plans I spent the first six months of Evie’s life trying to avoid screens. Even when Dave was gaming, I’d prop her on my knees, tiny butt balanced on my belly, facing me instead of the TV. I wanted to be intentional. Present. The kind of mom who didn’t lean on electronics. But…