Author: Alia Dean
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Anger Has A Place In Love
I was the perfect parent until I actually became one. I even had a list of what I felt was the best ways to raise a child. ‘NEVER GET ANGRY’, ‘NEVER RAISE YOUR VOICE’ to name a few. Too good to be true. Today, that list is as good as dead. Hate to break it…
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A Summit And A Broken Shoe Heel
A structured white shirt and a pair of black high waisted pants. My basic almost uncreative ensemble for a summit. Like Steve Job’s blue jeans and turtleneck on repeat. A summit doesn’t happen regularly but I would make it a point to attend at least once a year whenever I could survive and not drown…
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My Father’s Daughter
A father is a girl’s first love. In my case, it’s arguably true. Dad and I share some great similarities just as much as we share our great differences. I like it when we can agree on things and I like it too if he disagrees without taking his daggers out. We can be respectably…
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A Worried Mom’s Heart
10 years into motherhood and I still struggle to find that balance. Every night, after a good amount of bedtime read, kiss, hug, chitchat and the remarkable saying of ‘I love you’ to my two boys to sleep, I would make a promise. A promise in the secrecy of my own heart. That I’d be…
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The ‘Lady’ In Red
Does it sound like a clown statement that the biggest and needless stumbling block in my life right now is my period? Before kids, it was a set of bloating and major cramps. After kids, the period kit received an upgrade. Not to something good but the opposite. I dread the time when I menstruate.…
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The Old Me Made New
I used to blog between 2011 to 2015 on a different blog site. On May 8th, 2011, I posted my first blog post only to revert all 112 blog posts to draft 4 years later. I supposed I no longer embodied the persona carried in that old blog. Enough of a reason to keep those…