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Welcome. I’m here, and I’m glad you are, too. I’m Tricia Joy, lover of all things real: kindness, humor, story-telling, creativity, imperfection, God, honesty, cuss words, and a heck of a lot of and silliness.
Welcome. I’m here, and I’m glad you are, too. I’m Tricia Joy, lover of all things real: kindness, humor, story-telling, creativity, imperfection, God, honesty, cuss words, and a heck of a lot of and silliness.
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I don’t particularly like the experience of shopping at the grocery store.
Although I am a complete maniac for a good deal, clothes shopping from store to store for longer than the length of two Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episodes exhausts my thinker.
Don't get me started on tourist shacks set up to bait you into agonizing over which trinket, as a parent who occasionally says yes to fun, to get ripped off by: a beanie baby horseshoe crab, an hour glass key chain, or a flimsy mood ring.
Amazon’s fine, I guess, but honestly I’m not sure my credit card can handle much more of it.
Buried so deeply beneath life’s mountain of sippy cups and Legos and socks with no matches, I found myself doubting that what they said could be true…
Conversation 2.0, both the platonic and nonplatonic-oriented kind, is sometimes hard to make the leap to, especially in a world where the niceties of shallow small talk sometimes feel like the only space that is safe.
I don’t know about you, but for me the days went on for freaking ever this summer.
Some things are beautiful because of their permanence. Others, because of their impermanence.
“I had no idea I was holding all of these expectations for my kids and my mother’s relationship until I realized there’d not be one.”
The honest to goodness truth is that I was sorely in need of this bold refresher: Life is in the business of building flexibility in us.
Down below, waiting. Its stem not yet arched in form - without light, not even the col…
I don’t twiddle my pencil. I’m not hyper. I don’t engage in reckless behaviors. I am a full-grown woman. And, yes, I have ADHD. It took me…
Yesterday I was crossing the street and observed a gust of wind snatch up a bajillion Starbucks napkins, confetti-ing (read: littering) them along my path ahead. It was actual…
I’m in line with my husband while our four hooligans are seated at a table in the chipotle dining room wreaking noise havoc on all the innocent eaters nearby. Pointing to the shoe…
Older population: "Cute as a button!" My husband when we were first dating: "Cutie-patootee!" Women peers: "You are just the cutest thing!" I'm annoyed. I got my maternal grandm…
Even my can opener isn't working. Sorta like my brain. I'm standing in my kitchen in a moment of alone, all children in the care of others, school, or a crib. Prepping din…
I don't like alienating others. For a long time, back when I avoided alienating others in order to keep my first-born-pleasing-I-like-to-be-liked identity in tact, I believed it to…
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