Sweet Sugar and Sass Blog

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The Art of Humility

I always thought of myself as humble. But…isn’t that kind of ridiculous?? I mean, a humble person doesn’t brag to themselves about how awesomely humble they are. The other day I read an article...

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When Compliments Hurt

My oldest was three, almost four, when we put her into t-ball. My husband and I were so excited, our first kid finally old enough to play sports. We’d make tons a sporty-friends, earn...

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To the Dads…

Thank you to the fathers with the roughed-up hands and hole-y jeans, who teach us to change a tire or the oil or a lightbulb but who always show up anyway to help us out when...

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Why We Combine Our Money

It was a spring day, back in 2005. I was sitting on the grass of the home I rented with my best friends. I was talking with my then-boyfriend on my new pink flip...

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8 Manners by Age 8

We sat down to dinner when the doorbell rang.  The girls jumped up because, naturally, someone at the door is a super exciting event. It was a sales person, of course. I have patience...

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Our Decision on Medication

What Happened When We Medicated My daughter was one-month old.  Three of her (doting, giggly, cooing) older cousins gathered over her, in awe of the newborn; something our family hadn’t seen for 7 years. Soph wriggled....

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I’m a Daughter, Too

My mom and I headed to St. Louis for the weekend.  My aunt was getting ready to move to Chicago to be closer to her daughter and we went to  help organize, throw away, and pack....

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The Joy They Bring to the World

Sophie, 6, wants to be a builder.  This dream is going on 3 years now and is not losing any steam.  When she dresses up for career day she chooses a pink hammer and...

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Dear School-Mom Friends

Dear New Friends, We were dumped together, by chance, by fate herself.  Our kids are in the same school, bound together for the next 6, 9, 13 years of their lives.  And so, as a...

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You Got This

I’m more of a hands-off parent than my husband.  I’m trying to decide if this is purposeful or a result of internal laziness.  Let’s go with purposeful.  My kids have the habit of climbing...