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Living Small: busting the myth that bigger is better

By Terresa Wellborn

I’m sure you’ve heard of the tiny house movement? Couples sell everything they own and move into an itty bitty home. Instagrammable cuteness meets Things Organized Neatly. We’re nearly living it now with our four children and pet dog, minus the cuteness and organization. >>>>>>>>>>>>>> I phoned my mom after we moved in. “Mom! I …

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Just Some Sun and Water

By Jennie LaFortune

“…As also He is in the sun, and the light of the sun, and the power thereof by which it was made. And the light which shineth, which giveth you light…” (D&C 88: 7-8) Her fat little baby hand rests on the pumpkins.  She squats down and pats the seed-filled harvest. “Knock knock” her almost …

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My May Day Challenge

By Jennie LaFortune

You know you’ve made it big when people turn your name into a verb. As in, “I’ve been Marie Kondoed” or, “I see you’re going all Kondo in your house”. Like many of you, I jumped on the Marie Kondo bandwagon and read The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up to see what all the fuss …

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Life As A Dance

By Kellie Purcill

At this time of year in Australia, all kids are back in school after Summer holidays, the mad dash of organising stationery lists, uniforms, classes and text books has faded to a frustration tinged memory, and routines are getting re- or newly established.

I’m rubbish with routines. Sure, my household has a definite dance number when it comes to our habits and daily to-do lists, which on any given day we sway to, boot scoot through or krump over, but my personal, well-rehearsed daily number is an interpretive dance called “Put the biggest fires out first, quick!” This spectacular requires stomping, scurrying, whirlwind styled pirouettes, frequent tongue biting or forehead slapping at remembering the bits I just forgot, and quite often the grand finale is me tripping over and slamming to a tangled, wince-inducing stop.

I need to learn a new dance. Some bluesy little number to shimmy around my kitchen to, a jazzy routine to bop along to at the traffic lights. New steps, exciting dips and maybe the odd Charleston thrown into the mix.

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A Simple Wish

By Jennifer Whitcomb

I stumbled through the dining room this morning, bleary-eyed and hung-over on last night’s dose of cold medicine.  My vision was cloudy, but I laughed as I passed the wooden box with the word “simplify” written decoratively across the front.  It is overflowing with cords, spare chargers and every unclaimed accessory to random electronic gadgets unclaimed or misplaced.  It seemed a box of irony to me.  We have been counseled on many occasions to simplify our lives, and this tangled nest of wires and adapters stared at me as if to mock the carefree life overflowing with free time that hovers always out of reach.

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Afternoons of Nothing

By Hildie Westenhaver

I have just done my most radical act of parenting so far in my fifteen-year career of raising six children: I have pulled my children out of all extra-curricular activities.

Even piano lessons.

Last year I spent just about every afternoon driving little people to various lessons, games, practices and rehearsals. There were the accompanying happy experiences: pride and excitement as my daughter performed onstage for the first time; my sons becoming more flexible and strong through Kung Fu; the sense of accomplishment my oldest two kids felt after finishing well in a golf tournament.

But there was the ugliness of all the extra-curriculars too: the fact that I spent very little after-school time helping kids with homework and just being there; the nagging and quarrelling about practicing, the lack of decent dinners (I always meant to do something in the crock pot, but it just never seemed to happen).

This year instead of becoming more accomplished we are going back to the basics: we will be working on eating good meals together and getting to sleep early. That’s our after-school curriculum now.

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