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Carrie Maldonado – Writer

Freelance writer, wordsmith, and novelist

I was bullied for about five years, more than thirty years ago, and I still didn’t want to write about it today because some part of me is still ashamed. That’s the thing about being bullied, you know. Even when people tell you it’s not your fault, and that the problem is with the bully not you, you don’t believe them – not all the way.

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This past weekend Dreamy, the kids, and I took off on Friday for a long weekend in a secluded cabin deep in the mountains. The idea was to totally disconnect from the busy-ness and general chaos that is part and parcel of daily life in our society (and our lives) and reconnect with the busy-ness and general chaos that is our family. We’ve been at this cabin before, in June of 2016, and many things have changed, but many have stayed the same. Both times we left feeling it was an unqualified success and in both cases that was mostly due to our ability to accept unanticipated deviations from the expected as…well, the expected.

Hi, my name is Carrie and I’m a survivor of Rampant Perfectionist Syndrome (RPS). This is a disease millions of women face, and has been on the increase ever since we were ‘liberated’ to enjoy full-time careers and full-time motherhood (at the same time), in an era where ultra-lean, muscular physiques became a requirement and where social media exploded to help us understand just how important an immaculate home, creative décor, crafty DIY everything, glamorous vacations, perfect relationships, funny friends, and impeccably behaved children really were.

So my #firstborn is starting #kindergarten next week. I know millions of kids have started kindergarten before but our situation and my child is unique. You see, she is my firstborn and is the cleverest, smartest, most awesome kid in the universe. The struggle is real.

At the core of it, I have not gotten rid of the highchair, because I have pictures of #NoBen and #StopThatAiden eating their 6 month ‘birthday’ cake in it. I performed all their haircuts except the most recent in THAT CHAIR.

It has been a week of introspection, some sadness, death, near death, profound frustration, and in the midst of it great joy and laughter. So in other words, just a normal week for the most part. I’m always amazed and humbled at how insignificant ‘big deals’ are made in the wake of actual big deals.  …

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