Author Archives: paigejohnson

Books I’ve Read

I’m not sure if teenagers fall in love with books anymore, unless they are weird. The thirteen year old girls who are self-proclaimed Shakespeare lovers do (you know the type: they already pronounce theater with re at the end, they … Continue reading

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John Cusack and The Situation

  It’s been months since the election and I keep hearing the same weird phrase on TV and at public events, and at work functions I attend with my husband. It goes something like this: “in light of the current … Continue reading

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Stand Mixer and Prayer

Michael Giaetto, I’m putting this up for you because you liked it so much!  Five years ago, I had more counter space. The counter wasn’t that big to begin with, and now roughly an eighth of it is taken up … Continue reading

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Dear Safeway

Dear Safeway We’ve been together for years, and I want you to know I treasure our time together. I treasure it because it represents my adult life; my marriage, and most of my years of being a mom. But Safeway, … Continue reading

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Crying Next to Pretty Mom at Soccer

I started crying at my son’s soccer game yesterday. Not rocking back and forth blubbering, and not silent-hiccup sobbing, just a sort of leaky-eyed thing in the second half. Only one other mom saw, and of course it had to … Continue reading

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There’s This Purse

There was this purse I saw, and I thought it could change my life, and maybe it will. I’m not usually a purse person, possibly because of my grandmother on my mother’s side. My mom was petite and stylish and … Continue reading

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If (for girls)

If you can do what others don’t do, and not do what they do, and be confident that you did what’s best for you; If you can be kind when it is difficult, and humble even when you’re proud, and … Continue reading

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