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Mama Sully is an over-educated full-time sales exec, wife, mom, sister, dreamer, storyteller, check writer and advice giver with no self-editing skills. She likes to not cook and not clean, which gives her more time to skim self help books and worship Oprah Winfrey.
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I swear I don’t think about porn as often as I write about it, but I’m starting to seriously question my mental and sexual fitness, because I was left sweaty and panting reading “The Help” during all the scenes where the woman of the house didn’t have to do anything except have her friends over…
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I’m a life coach. I’m a life coach. I’m a life coach. Yep, no matter how many times I say it and where I put the emphasis, I wonder what the hell happened. I was supposed to be a very rich, highly respected, go-getter corporate executive on top of the world by now. That was…
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On a random Sunday morning about 10 years ago – when I was unencumbered, unmarried, muffin top-less and apparently very, very bored, my (now) husband and I finished up a nice long brunch in the city and as we drove home we passed the Anti-Cruelty Society. Perhaps we should have laid off the mimosas, because…
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When I was a little girl, my grandma used to tell me stories about my dad and his three brothers when they were boys. My favorite one was about how when they were about 8 and 9 years old, Uncle Dave and Uncle Don would be walking home from school and sometimes they would see…
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Despite my bout with Seasonal Affective Disorder, I am oddly elated for a January day. Relieved. At peace. I made the executive decision to kill off Jack, our Elf on Shelf on Christmas Eve. And it feels even more right than when I surreptitiously took all the Take 5 candy bars from my kids’ Halloween…
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As I sit here hunched over my MacBook, trying to type really quiet so my kids won’t find me, I am seething. Not because they flooded the bathroom, or scratched the table with those dumb Bey Blades again, but because they’ve made me fat. I can feel that muffin top spilling over my jeans and…
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I started this life as a 7 pound cancer patient. With some great doctors and a bit of luck, I’m still around to supply the world with my incredibly gorgeous progeny and blog posts full of mirth and keen insight. Well, mirth at least. Hopefully. I have a little mantra that goes something like this:…
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Steve Jobs died too young. And a lot has been made in the last two weeks of all that he did for humanity and invention. But I feel like none of the eulogies or quotes that made TV really got to the heart of what Steve Jobs and his inventions have meant to the American…
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