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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 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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I haven’t reviewed a book in a long time. Additionally, as Jodi Picoult published small great things in 2016, my review is neither first nor earth-shattering. I only chose to read this book after many of my respected friends with knowledge of books,…

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My oldest son lost his last baby tooth yesterday. Hashtag not okay. I mean, we all know my loathing of dangling, falling out, bloody baby teeth. I gagged when he told me the tooth felt loose. I gagged when he said he “took it out.” I gagged at the blood…

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You know that horribly whiny Leanne Womack song, “I Hope You Dance?” The one where she wishes all these great things for either her ex-lover or a kid or whomever? I thought parenting would feel a lot like that: the wanting so many things for your…

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This is the story of how Marley became a Hatfield. I’ve wanted a second dog for approximately eleven thousand years. Last year, I set the boys on task to convince their father that our family needed a second dog. It didn’t work very well. He muttered…

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I possess a photographic memory. Some argue that such a thing does not really exist. I invite those dissenters to spend a day or two or twelve in my brain. I can recall every outfit worn on every first day of school ever, college and kindergarten…

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I don’t often write about my role as a firefighter’s wife anymore as it isn’t the main narrative in my life. For various reasons, I distanced myself from focusing on it as doing so caused excess anxiety. Honestly, I struggle the most on the days my…

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Living through the holidays with anxiety feels familiar to me. I escape to a bedroom or a bathroom sometime midday and practice some deep breathing or mindfulness. Sometimes I go for a walk. It feels legitimately overwhelming at times, but I can survive.…
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