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Jenna Hatfield
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Writer, Editor, & Social Media Manager
Writer, Editor, & Social Media Manager

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I ran to the Post Office, drove across town, and picked up the boys from school. I picked them up early, thus ruining the last nine weeks chance of perfect attendance, but I picked them up exactly on schedule to make it to the dentist. We sang a few songs…

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You know when it’s 12:40 in the morning and you’ve just finished working on a project you started nearly two hours ago because it’s normal to start working at 10:46 PM. And you’re listening to an audiobook of some sub-genre of a self-help book because God…

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I don’t tell the boys when we approach a visit with their sister. Part of this stems from the true joy I have in surprising my sons with just about everything under the sun. I absolutely love watching their faces when they either realize where we’re going…

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I am blessed/cursed with a heart that feels everything. ASPCA commercials make me want to run down to the pound and adopt all the dogs and cats, even though my husband is allergic to the felines. When someone tells me about a local pregnant teen, I want…

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March is a weird month, no? I don’t like basketball at all, so I don’t get swept up in the Madness. I wear green for 17 days straight, and by, oh, a few days ago, I’m ALL DONE and desperately want to wear other colors. It’s 80 degrees one day, 14 the next…

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Listen. I support all women however they chose to act today. I feel like last year, International Women’s Day came with less “This Is How We Do” because we weren’t actively fighting for our lives. Literally. But today I saw a lot of, “I am/am not…

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A few years ago, a woman really, really annoyed me in a professional setting. I vented to a friend, citing everything from how she conducted herself online to her lack of writing skill to the way she brown-nosed my higher ups. (For all my worried…

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“I don’t want to forgive her.” The truth I’ve held onto so tightly for thirteen years came tumbling from my lips. I sat in a worn, mustard-colored, 70s velour chair, legs crossed, with a picture upon my knee. I stared at her and she stared back, through…

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Snow Day Four. We slept in. They played video games while I did some work. We went to play with friends. Hit the library. Ate one of their favorite meals for dinner. Read books. I, personally, answered a billion and one questions. Like, “If a blind person…

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“That’s one thing we can do with Treatment Resistant Depression.” Blink. Blink. Oh hey, new diagnosis. Wasn’t expecting to see you there. I sat in the office of my Meds Doc with the windows open on February 6th because the temperature got random and hit…
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