In the aftermath of Mother’s Day (I wanted to do this post before Mothers Day, but a dance competition stole my time) I was talking with a friend and dropped the f-bomb a couple of times. Nothing new. We had just finished volunteering at the middle school pizza lunch and I had kept the......
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I tried to not be a dance mum. I did. I tried to always be nice. I did. But I can’t. I have a problem. Final dance competition of the year. My daughter danced beautifully and I was very proud of her. Here’s where the talons come out. Not all her teammates look like they......
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I am not a Dance Mum I’m not a Dance Mum Not a Dance Mum A Dance Mum I never thought I would be ready to admit it, but I am a Dance Mum. Not the sweet, ‘isn’t my kid cute’ kind, but the kind you would see on a reality show and have......
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