My Body is an Automobile?

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My body is an automobile.

But what kind? On days like today, I feel more out of the user-car lot than the Detroit Auto Show. Mary Widdicks of Outmanned Mommy recently compared her body to a temple in an honest and witty diatribe.

My body is like a vehicle. On a long and winding road.

Long ago, off the assembly line, I had sleek lines (ish). Innovative engineering. Sporty performance and precision responsiveness. I reached college not a sports car, but definitely potential of high performance. New-car smell and everything.

Guest Post: Aunie, From Aunie Sauce, on Fatherhood

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My girls have the best mom for them.

I knew that early. You could see it. Motherhood was a calling for her, and so much that she did before becoming a mother indicated that: Her desire to make a career of being a mom, woman-upping for natural childbirth, advocating for minimal vaccines and a loving connection with our girls.

The strong, loving girls I get to coach today are a result of that.

My guest poster today has that look of rookie promise, too.